The lights went out, and a gun went off.
When the lights came back on, four people stood there, a body cooling in the corner, a gun on the floor in the middle of the room.
The Detective was sure the Deceased's Enemy did it.
The Enemy was sure that he'd be ok taking the fall for the Deceased's Wife.
The Wife was sure her secret lover, the Enemy, had done it.
The Maid was sure of little, beyond that she'd need a new job.
The Deceased was sure that his plan with strings would work. Before he died, obviously.
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