Chapter 8- Board.

"What do you mean, 'no' ?"

"I mean, 'no'. I can tell you right now, Sherlock, that the victim is not in that envelope."

Sherlock slammed his cards down and gave small growl.

"Don't be obtuse, John. Of course the victim did it. It's the only possible solution, given that he was only person in the room at the time. He obviously used the rope to hang himself, seeing as that is the only way the door could have been locked from the inside."

John stared at him and pulled a card from his own deck.

"That would explain why I have the rope in my cards, would it?"

Sherlock looked at the card like it had suddenly become self aware, and slapped him across the face. He scrambled over the board and snatched the envelope from where it lay in the middle of the game, shaking the contents into his hand.

"Miss Scarlet, with the candle stick, in the- John, have you fixed this?"

"No! I kept telling you! The victim can't have done it! it's a murder mystery, Sherlock! not a suicide one. I knew I shouldn't have played this game with you... But you just had to ask didn't you?"

Sherlock gave him another foul look before grabbing the game from where it lay, and placing it near the mantle piece, driving his knife angrily through the board.

A/N: Sorry I've not updated recently. Life's been a colossal whirlwind, and then some. I hope you're all enjoying the new series. I'm currently preparing my Den of Desolation, so that I can weep undisturbed after Reichenbach. Which will probably kill me. Either way, I hope you liked it!

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