The commotion woke everyone
up; those still alive went into a huddle. No more sleep for them, they began to
discuss sketches dealt to each of them. Acharya Shubhakar received a ‘bow &
arrow’, Bhai Girirish a ‘tea cup’, Manyawar Diwakar a small ‘plant’, Chacha
Reba a ‘belt’, E Babu a 'hookah''and Sir Prabhakar a ‘rose’. Billu, their trusted servant brought steaming tea at which Bhai Girish suddenly
rose, yelling, ‘Don’t touch my cup!’ quite obviously he was hyper alert to
indication of ‘cup’ dealt to him on card. All the cups were checked, washed all
over again by Bhai Girish himself and first cup of tea was forced on Billu. They
waited for some time to see if the tea was spiked, nothing happened, relieved
they began sipping their tea. E Babu said, ‘We can’t go to sleep now, things
are moving too fast and we can’t let anyone of us get out of sight even for a
second. Someone among us is definitely the diabolic assassin.’
Even before he could complete his sentence
Bhai Girish collapsed from his chair,
tumbled onto floor, sprawled there very inert. Manyawar Diwakar, who was
sitting next to him reached for his nerve, declared, ‘The man is dead!’
‘How the hell only he was affected?’
yelled a jittery Sir Prabhakar. Chacha Reba who was now the undisputed clan
leader motioned everyone to be quiet, got up and walked over to inert body of Bhai
Girish, careful not to touch anything looked closely at him. Foam still spewed
from the mouth of dead Bhai Girish, clear sign of potent poison administered to
him.’ Eh, poison given to him but, how?’
All of them were intrigued;
the cups were washed by Bhai Girish himself and the same tea everyone drank yet
only he was affected. Another round of careful scrutiny revealed powdered crystals
on Bahi Girish’ left palm. Then they realized how cleverly the poison, most
likely Potassium Cyanide, was administered to Bhai Girish. …….
to be contd.....
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