“I do not know how we will manage that considering some of us have tried to kill the host in cold blood.” Beau snapped bitterly while peering at Gerald coldly. Gerald sprang up from his seat. “What are you trying to say, that I tried to shoot you on purpose again! Well, for your information I did not have to miss! You would be lying six feet under by now if I had wanted to kill you!” Gerald yelled. “Then what is stopping you, go ahead.” Beau replied casually. Gerald shook his head. “I need a drink.” He groaned and then disappeared in to the kitchen. Silence filled the room once again.
“Boy, I sure am famished.” Nigel remarked. Olivia stared at her husband insolently. “What, I was just trying to change the subject.” Just then Gerald returned to the dining room quietly. “What would we eat? None of us knows how to cook.” Eva smiled. “I wish Virginia were awake. She is the only one who knows how to make anything. . .without a recipe of course.” Hy said. Everyone became silent again. But it came to an end when the back door slammed shut.
“I hope the hounds eat him.” Hy remarked spitefully under her breath. “I guess this means we will just have to make due with what we have right now.” Olivia remarked. In the midst of their conversation Beau stood up at the head of the table.
“Well, since there will be no dinner tonight, we can at least make a toast.” Everyone turned their attention toward him. “Hy, darling, would please go get the champagne so that we can make a toast.” He added looking down at his wife. Hy glanced up at him with an irate look in her eyes. “Of course, darling.” Hyacinth got up from the table to get the champagne glasses. Just as she was about to go in to the kitchen, Olivia stopped her. “Hy, would you like some help in the kitchen?” She offered. “No, I have it all under control.”
“I insist. I am coming in there to help you.” Olivia said as she followed Hy in to the kitchen. A few seconds later they returned. Both were carrying trays with champagne filled glasses on them. “Here you are, Beau, and it is even in your special glass.” Hy replied sarcastically as she handed him his monogrammed crystal. After everyone had received their drinks, Beau stood up at the head of the table and raised his glass. Everyone followed in suit. “To all of my dearest friends and my wonderful wife, Hyacinth.” Hy sighed heavily at his obvious attempt to win them over with insincere compliments. “Surely you can think of something better than that!” Nigel joked. Beau smiled facetiously at his remarked. “I am sorry. I could not concentrate with the hounds barking that loudly.”
“Then by all means try again, old chap.”
“Very well then, to life!” Beau roared optimistically. Gerald did not join in with everyone else during the toast. He just sat in his chair staring up at Beau with contempt ridden eyes. He resented him for pretending to be everyone’s friend. In reality he would sooner stab you in the back. After everyone clanged their glasses together they all took a sip of their champagne. As they sat down Beau smiled and then dropped to the ground. Everyone rose from their seats and ran to Beau’s side. Nigel knelt down on to the floor and lifted Beau’s arm. “Well, is he okay?” Olivia asked. “He has no pulse. Beau is. . .dead.”
James was standing by the bed packing his clothes. Iris looked over at him sullenly. He still wasn’t talking to her. James continued to give her the silent treatment. She set her suitcases aside for a moment and joined James by his bed. “Do you need some help packing your things?” Iris asked despondently. “No, I am just about packed now, but thanks anyway.” He groaned. Iris sighed heavily in agitation. “James, would you please talk to me! I said I was sorry!”
“Okay you want to talk. I sure am glad the hounds stopped barking, how about you?” He replied sarcastically. “Fine, if you want to be that way then go ahead! I was just trying to help!” Iris pouted. As she left James’ side there was a knock at the door. “Open up, please! There has been an accident!” A small voice beckoned from outside the door. Iris opened the door to find Hyacinth on the other side. “Hy, what is the matter?” She asked in concern. “It is Beau!” Hy replied trembling. James looked up from his suitcase. “What is wrong with him?” He asked. Hy turned her attention to James. “He is dead.”