THE KING HAS FALLEN
Late one evening at the highly regarded Royal Ball, a murder most foul. The death of our King himself has left the party guests pointing fingers in silent accusation. Step up we implore, and find the culprit of these four. Should they get away they’ll surely kill another day.
Read over their alibis and try to decipher who the true culprit is!
It wasn’t me. I had gone to the Kitchen at the time of the murder. The Queen stopped me outside their chambers requesting me to inform the cooks that the King desired his usual cup of tea. When I came back the Queen was inside holding some man at a knife’s tip claiming that he had murdered the King.
What would I gain from killing my Husband? Nothing! If you must ask I retired to my own chambers after requesting for some refreshments to be brought up. I was choosing Jewelry to wear when I turned to find that wretched intruder trying to leave from the Window. I’m certain he must be the culprit.
You got me for bein’ a crook not a ruddy killer. I was at the party yeah as part of the staff. Some ard werk dere. Had to fool that paranoid cap’n too. When I saw me chance to split I did, Found my way up stairs looking to rob the ole family jewels. After that I was held up by a dagger’s end Had to ditch mine cause the cap so I was right screwed I was. So Yeah I’mma thief, not killer.
I am loyal to the sire There would be little reason to suggest I was responsible for his death his death. I had been watching the festivities from the staff quarters even heard the Queen’s call for service. Reported it to the head Maid myself. Seconds later I hear a struggle suggesting someone was up there only to find the Queen with that ruffian.