Evening Two

As the sun set on a calm Mediterranean sea, the guests gathered together on the
Herculina's rear deck for after-dinner drinks and light conversation. The day had been spent, for the most part, on relaxation and sunbathing, with only passing attention paid to the eccentric contest their hostess had set in motion.
With the evening drawing to a close, Lady Weston-Hogues cleared her throat rather loudly, and cast a quizzical eye upon her guests. 'So, friends, has anybody figured it out yet? Which among you is the killer, I mean. I must admit that I'm completely at a loss...'
There followed a generalised murmuring and shuffling of feet, with a few half-hearted fingers jabbed in the vague direction of some person or other. In the end, it was
The Tycoon who took command of the situation, declaring that the
The Bishop must have done it, on the grounds that it's always the ones you least suspect.
'Very well' replied Lady Weston-Hogues. 'I do apologise for the inconvenience, dear Bishop, but it seems you're a ghastly murderer, so we'll have to lock you up in the hold for the rest of the voyage. Sorry.'
'Erm...' said The Bishop over his shoulder as Captain McGinty led him rather firmly away, 'What's that? I'm a what? Really? You'd think I'd have known. Oh, well, I guess proof is proof.'
The oblivious clergyman having disappeared below decks, the remaining guests stood around looking rather unsure as to what would happen next. The answer came with a loud crash, followed by the melodramatic return of the Captain...
'Terrible news, my Lady. As I was taking him down the stairs, The Bishop slipped and impaled himself on a harpoon that happened to be lying around. I'm afraid he's....' The pause was even longer than the last time. 'Dead! My men are clearing up the mess, but I thought you'd want to know I found
this in his pocket...'
Taking the piece of paper from McGinty, Lady Weston-Hogues scanned her eyes quickly over it. And then, wearing the same twinkling smile she'd worn since the journey began, she spoke to her guests in a soothing tone. 'Well, he may have been a beastly criminal in real life, but at least The Bishop wasn't one of the villains in my game. After all, we mustn't let this spot of unpleasantness spoil our fun. It just wouldn't be British.'
With that, the Lady turned around and strolled slowly towards her cabin, humming a disconcertingly jaunty tune as she went.
Night has fallen. Send orders where applicable and continue talking in private as permitted.