Did the Butler Do It?

by Robert Williams

Bones and Whoson were walking home in the pouring rain.

"It was all your fault, Whoson!" said Bones.

(Think of something to go here!)

"Look, there's an old country hotel," pointed out Bones. "Perhaps we could stay the night there?"

Whoson did not have any better ideas, so they went up the garden path and rang the doorbell. Immediately the door opened and they saw the butler standing there.

"Good eeeeevening!!!" he exclaimed, grinning.

"Oh hello, could we spend the night here?" said Bones.

"Certainly!!!!" exclaimed the butler. "Come this way!!"

"I don't like the look of him," said Whoson.

"I don't like the look of you," said Bones, "but I have to put up with it!"

The butler led the duo into a large hall.

"Would you like to meet the other victims, er, guests?" asked the butler.

"Yeah, why not?!" exclaimed Bones, following the butler into the drawing room.

Standing in the drawing room were Major John, Dame Cilla Ball and the Earl of Milton Keynes.

"Evening!" greeted Bones. "Nice to meet you! Hey, butler, got any drinks?"

"Certainly!!" exclaimed the butler.

"There's something very fishy round here," said Whoson. The butler lead them out of the drawing room and into the bar.

"Hi there!" exclaimed Bones to the barman, leaning on the bar. "Got any strawberry milkshakes?"

The barman stood looking askance at Bones when they suddenly heard a yell from the drawing room.

"That sounds like Major John!" exclaimed the butler.


Copyright © Robert Williams 1997


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