Clue Character Alibis

Professor Plum

Detectives... First, I feel I must introduce myself. I am Professor Plum, researcher and science professor at Riverfront Academy of Excellence. There, I teach courses in physics, geometry, algebra, calculus, trigonometry, algebra, applied mathematics ….Um…..YES! I believe that is all at this time. Wait...algebra! I teach a course on algebra. Can’t forget about algebra. Well, Well, Well...But of course, you are wanting to receive information about Mr. Boddy I guess. During his party, I was able to meet many of the people who attended. One guest, Dr. Orchid, was particularly interesting, as she shared with me her research in plant toxicology. Last evening, we spent many hours in the conservatory and then in the library discussing and researching together. Oh… I had a splendid time with Dr. Orchid, looking at her sample and thumbing through the many textbooks. We were wanting to see more of the gardens, however, the exterior lighting was not working properly. Pitch black out there! I hope that we may work together again. While we were together, we heard the tragic news that Mr. Boddy had been attacked and taken to the local hospital. I, then, decided to head home to prepare for today’s lectures. That is all that I can tell you. Now excuse me, I need to begin class. We have much to discuss today.

Dr. Orchid (Mrs. Barnett-Sheaves)

I know that many of you are curious about my involvement in yesterday’s events at the Boddy Manor. As my Alibi, I will read to you my journal entry from yesterday evening written after I returned home from the party.

October 28th, 2021 - Tonight I was told of some upsetting news that Mr. Boddy, the host of the party I attended this evening, was attacked and taken to the hospital. I have heard nothing about his condition and hope that he will recover quickly. However, I am curious about the events that transpired yesterday evening. Better yet...how I, and the people at Mr. Boddy’s party, missed such a commotion that must have taken place. After pondering the situation, I hypothesized that the person who made such an attack was probably one who was good at orchestrating events… one who knew the house…and one who knows how to plan the perfect attack. Perhaps a staff member or even a close friend. I do hope Mr. Boddy receives justice quickly... (PAUSE) Other than the attack, I rather enjoyed myself at the Boddy Manor, especially the Conservatory and Library in which I spent most of the evening. The variety of plants in those rooms were exquisite, but looked like they needed proper care from a trained professional! I wonder if the famed Boddy Garden is also in the same state of neglect and disrepair? However, tonight I met a lovely gentleman, Professor Plum, who seemed very interested in my work. He and I examined my daffodil specimen that I brought for Mr. Boddy. Excitingly, it’s leaves are very poisonous and even deadly to all people who ingest such a plant. Afterwards, we researched in the library books on the very rare ‘Gingas Septimus’ plant Mr. Boddy had featured in the library…. It was fascinating… Just fascinating.

Reverend Green (Mr. Van Reeth)

First and foremost, I must assure all of you that I, Revered Green, am a man of the Lord and never would think of hurting a soul. I know many of you may have heard troublesome suspicions about me, told to you by some of those other guests. Probably by the ever proper Mrs. Peacock or Miss Scarlet. They are always stirring up gossip. But what is a woman to do when they are wealthy enough to not even work within their own homes… Well, I don’t know. I have only been a pious man of this community. Yesterday, during the party, I did what I always do, I collected donations for our poor house. When you are a man of the Lord, people are always eager to throw money in your hat, especially Mr. Boddy. In fact, the Boddy family is always so generous, that they allow me to take supplies from the bathroom and food from their very own pantry. During the evening, I was able to have lovely chats with many of the guests. I was delighted to see and talk to Mrs. Chestnut and Mrs. Grey. I even traveled to the billiards parlor to try my hand against Mr Boddy or Colonel Mustard. That is always such a lively game. However, I found the billiards hall to be locked, although I heard laughter emanating from the small room. Many people rudely enjoy having the table all to themselves. Either way, the ladies who must have been in there were wearing far too much perfume for my taste. The overpowering smell of lavender flooded my senses and I began to get a headache almost immediately. Later, I continued to explore the Manor, going room to room before hearing of the attacks. My night, really, was rather uneventful.

Mrs. White (Mrs. Goeller)

As head housekeeper, I knew that I would quickly be a suspect for the attack on Mr. Boddy. I wrote the following statement to give to the lead detective. Please allow me to read it to you.

It was unfortunate news to hear of Mr. Boddy’s condition. I have worked for Mr. Boddy for many, many years… and I know that his kindness to all is unmatched. I very much wonder who could have committed such a crime. Last evening, Mr. Sage and I were put in charge, by Mr. Boddy of course, to prepare the house for the party. Mr. Sage and I were going room to room; I: dusting, and he: tending to the plants, while guests were meandering about. After dinner, much of the waitstaff remained busy in the kitchen and dining room all throughout the night, clearing tables and washing dishes. Many were still hard at work long after the last guest left the manor. We are always lurking behind the shadows and passageways in order to keep the Boddy manor in top condition. Anyway, as for myself... Mr. Boddy was having trouble with the home security system. I called on Mr. Black, our technology professional, to fix the issue. Mr. Sage and I greeted him in the Entrance Hall and led him straight to the office. There, I stayed by his side all night until the issue was resolved and led him back out through the Entrance Hall. It was at that time, I heard the horrible news. I am surprised that anything at all happened last night without one of our waitstaff seeing or hearing anything. I typically know everything that happens at the Boddy Manor.

Mr. Black (Mr. Parlin-Careers)

Many of you ask, where was I during the attack on Mr. Boddy? Perhaps I shall read you my alibi. I typed it earlier for the inspectors to ensure I would not leave out any details. This will hopefully give them enough evidence to release me as a suspect.

Midday yesterday, I received an urgent phone call from Mrs. White telling that the main security system in the Boddy Manor had been dismantled. Which, looking back to last evening, is very interesting. I have always been very happy to fix Mr. Boddy’s computer and security issues. His system is among one of the best around. Last evening, as I approached the door, I quickly noticed that the house security lighting was not working properly. The exterior of the house was extremely dark. Not a single light or emergency light on outside. I thought that to be very odd. Upon arriving at the door, the security panel, to which I would have entered the door code, was flashing red, meaning a malfunction from the main computer. After knocking on the door for what seemed like minutes, I was greeted by Mrs. White and Mr. Sage, as usual, who led me from the Entrance Hall to the Office. An odd pair that is? I was able to correct the issues, gather my supplies, and head out the door in less than two hours. You may ask.. should I even be considered a suspect?… Not at all. In fact, I didn't even see Mr. Boddy last evening. By the way, if you get a chance, please tell Mr. Boddy that our office still has not received payment for my last visits. Let him know that he still has a hefty bill to pay!

Mr. Sage (Mr. Saver)

Last night, I did all that work for a lousy $142.93… I just need to get outta here. Well…..Yesterday I was paired with Mrs. White, that perfectionist taskmaster who has a need to tell me how to do my job. She won’t even let me go ANYWHERE without her. Together, we had to go room to room preparing for guests. Primarily, I was watering the many plants Mr. Boddy has in the Conservatory. I was told that we had some super genius flower doctor coming to the party and he wanted all plants to look their best. After a while, Mrs. White took me to help the computer guy to fix the security system in the Office. The cameras throughout the house and gardens were totally messed up. Even the security lights in the garden were off. It was much too dark to finish pruning the hedges yesterday evening and I wasn’t about to go out there with a flashlight and hedge clippers!… We ended up spending most of the night with him in the Office. Mr. Black eventually solved the problem with the main computer and we led him to the Entrance Hall. At that time, I was told the news of Mr. Boddy’s attack by several of the guests. After that I went back to watering, the plants won’t water themselves… All right, I didn’t hear or see nuthin.

Mrs. Peacock (Mrs. Haney-McGowan)

I wrote several letters to send off to my friends and family regarding the “Attack at Boddy Manor”. As we are all in good company, let me also read it to you.

My Dearest Friends,

Do not be alarmed if you hear rumors about me in connection with Mr. Boddy’s attack. In fact, more than likely, I will be the first person that the authorities are going to question and probably the leading suspect in the attack of Mr. Boddy. Certainly, it appears that I, Mrs. Peacock, am surrounded by great misfortune. There has yet to be a party at the Peacock Mansion that is not shrouded in mystery, as it seems that my houseguests tend to disappear or suffer fatal wounds, by accident of course. Just last week, I hosted a gala in which the famed French politician, Jacque Le Blue, vanished into the woods, not to be seen or heard of since…..Naturally, I can only expect the same misfortune to follow me wherever I may go. I know that Mr. Boddy, though, is a kind man. I wonder, of all people, why someone would have wanted to hurt him? But it is well-known that he does keep some unsavory friends. Although I attended the party last evening, I did not have a chance to really get to talk to Mr. Boddy. Miss Scarlet and I were enjoying tea in the Music Room. We were supposed to be joined by Mrs. Grey and Mrs. Violet Valentine, but they were probably off mingling with ‘better’ people! Ha! Most of the night we were just trying to distance ourselves from that Reverend Green. What a filthy man, claiming ‘everything he does is for the poor’. Don’t tell anyone, but I have seen him a time or two gambling away that money people seem to be putting in his fedora. Better yet, I saw that Jake Canary, the legendary football player, was even invited. However, I thought that he might just “drop the ball”! I see he still carries around a football. Hopefully it is glued to his hand so he will not fumble it again! Probably, a reason no one from the NFL wants him anymore! And that Professor Plum; all those brain-cells, yet he probably couldn’t even tie his shoe. This party gets worse and worse every year. What a fine collection of riff-raff, dingbats, and scoundrels Mr. Boddy found once again this year. No wonder Miss Scarlet and I usually spend the evening away tucked in the Music Room.

Miss Scarlet (Miss Skinner)

The detectives asked me to bring a statement to today’s questioning. I turned to my journal entry written last night after returning home from the party. If I may begin...

Unfortunately, I have seen my fair share of the police these past few weeks. It appears that every party I go to these days always ends poorly. Did you hear about the famed politician Jacque Le Blue? He disappeared into the woods just last week at Mrs. Peacock’s gala. That now makes 4 people who have suffered an ill-fate in that home. Now Mr. Boddy? Honestly, if I didn’t know any better, I would not be surprised if Mrs. Peacock had something to do with this attack. However, I know full well that Mrs. Peacock is innocent. She and I spent the entire evening together. Mrs. Grey was supposed to join us in the Music room, but I hear they spent most of their time lurking in the Ballroom. Come to think of it, that Mrs. Grey is an odd character. She supposedly spent the evening sketching the floorplan of the house and the many tapestries hanging in the ballroom. Probably planning her next murder mystery. Not to be mean, but I have often heard by many people that her books are trite and poorly written. Come to think of it, I don’t believe she could be the attacker. I hear the only way she could attempt to kill someone is by boring them to death with her cliche lines and simplistic characters. However, I mustn't go on. I would hate to ruin the great Scarlet name with a little gossip.

Mrs. Grey (Mrs. Cassill)

Last evening after heading home, I wrote a quick synopsis of yesterday’s events.

Certainly I did not know that attending this party would spark an idea for my next best selling novel. I may title it “Attack at Boddy Manor”. I am excited to hear how this all turns out. I enjoy stories and all, but nothing beats a real-life mystery. After a lovely dinner in the dining hall, I was fascinated by the expansive Boddy Manor. I began to explore the many rooms. I stopped and talked to Mrs. Chestnut in the Lounge about her profession, but did not want to interrupt her business. She seemed very hard at work. I passed by the Billiards Parlor, to hear what must have been a lively game. I continued on. After wandering for a bit, I stumbled upon the most splendid Ballroom. My favorite room in the house by far. It was a beautiful oak-floored room with giant tapestries hanging. Those tapestries were often depicting some of the most famous wars of the past. I couldn’t help but to stay in the room with my pen and paper to write and sketch all about it. It was in the ballroom, I met Reverend Green, who was collecting donations for the needy. I enjoyed talking to him and showing my sketches. I even gave him $50 as he told me about a family in his congregation in need. And although we never spoke, I spent most of my evening opposite Mr. Brown, who also spent the majority of the evening in the ballroom. After a while, I heard a great commotion coming from the hall. I quickly gathered my supplies and followed the sounds. People were starting to gather to talk about an attack on the host, Mr. Boddy. I left rather quickly after the attack. I am a murder mystery author you know! I did not want to invite any suspicion that it was me.

Mrs. Chestnut (Miss Wolfe)

I know that you have many questions about what happened yesterday evening at the Boddy Manor. Honestly, I do too! And, I wish that I had more information to give you! The truth is, after a lovely dinner in the Dining Room with several other guests, I simply retreated to the lounge in which I began to grade yesterday’s math assessment on proportional relationships. There, I found Mr. Maroon watching the television. In a home with thousands of books, there Mr. Maroon is watching TELEVISION! As for me, I found a cozy leather chair and sipped my warm coffee. And, was able to grade much of these tests just right here at the party. I’m sure Mr. Boddy remembers back to his seventh grade days in which he was a student of mine. I do recall him being very successful in mathematics, such a quicked-minded student. But, that could have been due to having an excellent math teacher. It’s too bad that his nephew, Mr. Maroon doesn’t possess the same skills. I heard that he was in line to take over the company and inherit the Boddy fortune and manor. Don’t get me wrong, I know that Mr. Maroon is an extraordinary athlete. But unfortunately, he couldn’t hold a candle to the genius that is Mr. Boddy. And, that’s saying it politely. Well ...after grading my pages, I tired quickly and headed home. Please talk to Revered Green and Mrs. Grey, they were both mingling about the party and can vouch for my whereabouts.

Mrs. Violet Valentine (Ms. Fulton)

Last evening, I was the planner for this wonderful dinner gathering. For weeks, I have spent so much time planning the perfect event for my friend, Mr. Boddy. And, if you have ever met Mr. Boddy, you know how particular he can be. He is a kind man, don’t get me wrong, but one who can definitely be hard to please at times. Just ask Mr. Sage or Mrs. White. Everything must always be perfect for the yearly halloween party. All I can say is that his events are always so much fun for all of the guests. But for the workers, not so much. However, I am so happy and relieved that this party has gone off without a hitch, well sort-of. (Pause) Before the guests arrived, I was able to set up the decorations, plates and eating utensils for dinner, the music… everything that Mr. Boddy had instructed. However after dinner this year, I was much too tired to socialize with the other guests. Which is not too uncommon, I typically spend the evening alone relaxing poolside or in the lounge. Yet last night, I retreated to the gardens to take a lovely walk outside. The house and gardens were absolutely beautiful. The plants and shrubs are expertly manicured. I even found a bench in which to pass the time. The wildlife at Boddy Manor is gorgeous. It is truly a place of peace and tranquility. After, I made my way back into the house and received the horrible news that Mr. Boddy himself had been attacked and guests were starting to congregate to discuss the news.

Colonel Mustard (Miss Wells)

It is clear that there was an attack on our host, Mr. Boddy. It was not merely an accident, like many may claim. It was unfortunate that I was not there to protect him. It seems that yesterday evening was filled full of oddities, indeed. Usually during these parties, Mr. Boddy and I are always together. We typically compete in Billiards in the Parlor, Musicianship in the Music Room, and Swimming in their beautiful Indoor Swimming Pool. For history tells us that, anything that Mr. Boddy can do, I can do better! I do not believe there has been a time in which Mr. Boddy has even gotten the better of me. No….No….No… Sadly, Mr. Boddy was unavailable for a great length of the evening. He was tending to other guests. However, I met a gentleman, Jake Canary, who, in the future, might prove to be even a more worthy competitor. Mr. Canary was, by the sounds of it, a legendary ballplayer. Too bad he had to go off and do such a thing! Either way, he seems bloodthirsty for competition. We were wanting to play Billiards, but it seemed that other guests got to the table before us. They even locked the billiards hall, altogether. Instead, we spent most of the evening by the pool. All evening, I dazzled Mr. Canary with stories of my boar hunts in Borneo, hikes through the Amazon, and drives across the Sahara. I even showed him my boomerang I picked up on my most recent expedition. Altogether, I had a rather splendid evening.

Jake Canary

Well... I can honestly say that Mr. Boddy’s party last evening may have been the highlight of my year. In the past when I was still playing football, I would attend huge parties with fine dinners, usually charitable events in which I was a guest of honor. Now, ever since I was cut from the NFL, for reasons I’d rather not discuss, I have been reduced to attending get-togethers by the local elites. Last evening, I surprisingly enjoyed myself, as I talked to the Famed Colonel Mustard about her war times and adventures. What a competitor that one is! It seems that she challenged me to every competition that she could create right on the spot: billiards, swimming, and music. Though, we couldn’t carry out any of those competitions. The music room was taken by a couple women, who we didn’t want to disturb. The pool was inviting, but I was not nearly prepared to take a dive. I had left my swimwear at home. The Billiards hall was locked, as I heard a heated discussion among two people. Colonel Mustard told me that many of those games become heated. It seems that at least one person is bound to try and cheat a few dollars from another in the Billiards Hall during every one of these parties. However, we settled for a lively discussion poolside about our adventures. It appears that Colonel Mustard has really “done it all”. We talked together privately most of the evening, until the news of the attacks of course!

Miss Maroon (Miss Fote)

The news about the attack on my uncle, Mr. Boddy, came as quite a surprise to me. Although, I wouldn’t put it past many of the people here at this party. I don’t know where Uncle finds such a lot. For that reason alone, the Halloween party last night was most frightening indeed! And he expects me to take over his business and rub elbows with these people? I mean, just look at these people! That Reverend Green calls himself a man of the lord, but steals almost everything in sight and will gamble away any money that you put in his hat. And that lunatic Mr. Brown, why would Uncle invite such a man? He is so thirsty for a news story that he probably creates them himself! Why does he happen to be at the scene of every crime? When this company is finally mine, I’ll work as quickly as I can to sell off this business and house, and leave the Boddy name and family all behind. I can see it now! My yacht parked in the crystal clear waters of the Na Pali Coast in Hawaii. Yes, that is where I plan to continue my Olympic training. I don’t know if you heard, but I did earn two Bronze medals in Rio de Janeiro in 2016. You know that I nearly beat Usain Bolt in the 100m last year. Maybe, I'll earn gold this year? Well… As for me, I spent the evening in the lounge watching ESPN SportsCenter. Mrs. Chestnut, one of the guests last evening, also spent her night in the lounge and can vouch for my whereabouts for the entire evening.

Mr. Brown (Mr. Scott)

Exciting news in a small town is often few and far between. But ever since I took over the newspaper a year and a half ago, our town has been a hotbed of “news worthy” events. It has certainly kept me busy these past several months and newspaper sales have never been better! And, as the local reporter, I am excited to finally cover stories that perhaps may be more than interesting than Mrs. Chesterfield's cat being stuck in a tree or Mr. Orange’s 1126 pound pumpkin. However, lately, it seems that misfortunes occuring in our town are now just commonplace: the disappearance of Jacque Le Bleu and, now, the attack on Mr. Boddy. And what a scene to describe…. Mr. Boddy being attacked in the famous manor. The Boddy family, I know throughout history, have not been one without their fair share of scandals. In fact, it has been well-covered in my family's newspaper, The Daily Star, for nearly 100 years. Excitingly, this attack has the making of a nationwide story, one that will launch our newspaper into the spotlight! In addition, Master Maroon is one more of the Boddy family that provides certainly a great deal of news for our small town. He is a tremendous athlete whose successes flood our papers quite often. However, even more so, his behavior is also a huge topic of discussion among our townspeople. It seems he is a determined athlete by day and a reckless clown by night. I can’t wait to see what the papers say when he finally takes over the family fortune. But news is not what you came for, I'd imagine. As for my whereabouts, I spent the evening in the ballroom. By far the most beautiful in the house, the ballroom is covered in wonderful artwork which captured my attention for most of the evening. Please ask the other guests, as I am sure that one of them can vouch for me.