It was Miss Scarlett in the billiard room with a rope!
No, it was Mr. Green in the solarium with a lead pipe!
Clue is the game of wild accusations. It led to screaming matches when your parents innocently sent you and the cousins off to the unfinished basement to play it post-Thanksgiving dinner. It is the way to carry your childhood obsession with Nancy Drew and Agatha Christie into adulthood.
So get out the spy kit you received for your 10th birthday. Break out a magnifying glass. Buy red string at Michael’s and construct your own CSI board. Whodunnit? I have no clue.