Epilogue
Days had passed since the events around the harbour and the beach huts.
Inspector Biggs strode across the sumptuous carpet in the library of the Great Hall. The musty smell of the ancient volumes lining the mahogany shelves reminded the Inspector of his Brooks saddle sniffing fetish. Fortunately the CBT course, his superiors had made him attend following an unfortunate incident at l'eroica 2015, had taught him coping mechanisms.
Biggs had assembled all the survivors from #harbourgate, as it was now being labelled. They sat in the majestic surroundings, innocent or guilty, waiting to hear the Inspector's pronouncements.
Biggs turned to his companion and spoke.
"First, I would like to thank my old friend Detective Inspector Barnaby for allowing me use of the Great Hall in Midsomer, and for helping me solve this baffling case."
Lord Drago farted loudly, then muttered something about "following through."
Inspector Biggs glared, then continued.
"We can be sure that we will all be perfectly safe here tonight in Midsomer Great Hall. Myself and Barnaby can guarantee that. After a good nights sleep we will all meet back here in the morning and I will reveal the truth. The shocking truth."
Barnaby took his hand from inside the front of his trousers, then addressed the room.
"The new butler will show you all to your rooms. Sleep well."
Barnaby sniffed his fingers, then his voice rose.
"Marmaduke, please show our guests to their quarters."
Marmaduke entered and the whole ensemble gasped. Accy. It was Accy the butler.
"This way please," he hissed.