The air smelt of doom Mystery hung in the room No one was allowed to leave Right on the job was Mr. Steve. One by one they were called He had them mauled With questions often uncouth But he had to get to the truth. The smart as well as the shy Had something for alibi The tall and lean Mr. Brown Said he was out of town Ms. Percival said she wasn’t there Had gone out to see a theater Mr. Hubbard was stubbornly quiet His face pale and ashen white Ms. Christie who leant on a crutch Was talking irrelevant too much. Each one of them denied having heard Any sound that could take them off guard Tim the butler slept through the night Janice heard nothing after putting out the light. Mr. Steve fumed as his vexation grew Knowing for sure not all said was true The ****** has been committed by one of them Who could it be in this hide-and-seek game? Was the offence committed for material gain? Who could benefit from these men and women? Or could it be, more ghastly and strange, The ****** was done as an act of revenge? He couldn’t find flaws with any of alibi There was no evidence to nail down the lie He found it unsolvable, and that irked Mr. Steve His reputation was at stake as a great detective.