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Without a Clue, Checkov Gun Challenge

The Colonel stood breathing heavily over the body. The deed was done. He stooped to wipe the blade of the dagger on the dead mans clothes. He took the now clean blade and put it into the large envelope. What little blood there was, clung to the body. He stood and gazed at it, and a thought crossed his mind.

I don’t know why you had to die.

He had to get rid of the body before the others discovered it. He dragged it over to the Library window. With a bit of effort the body was quickly disposed of to the exterior of the building. Returning he scanned the room again, looking for anything that may point to him or the deed he did. The room was clean and bare.

He took the envelope containing the dagger and hid it in the basement and then returned to the first floor. No one had seen him. He straightened his tie and walked to the lounge.

“Ahh Mustard, there you are,” said Green. “Let me introduce two of our fellow guests. May I present Miss Scarlet and Mrs. White. You’ve already met Prof. Plum and Mrs. Peacock”

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