Reginald Ashworth
Shipping magnate · tonight's host · the victimReginald Ashworth, shipping magnate. Widowed, recently remarried. Boer War supply contracts. Tonight's host, his third threatening letter arrived this morning.
The evening of Her Majesty’s Diamond Jubilee. Eight people sit down to dinner in a Mayfair townhouse three streets from the parade route. The Queen’s carriage passes at half-past eight; the fireworks light Westminster Abbey. Before the dessert arrives, one of you is dead at his desk. Some of you carry letters you ought to have burned. Some of you carry hopes you ought to have buried. Tonight, one of you carries neither home.
The evening of Her Majesty's Diamond Jubilee, 22 June 1897
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The Queen's carriage passes at half-eight. The drapes will part for the procession. Some of us carry letters we ought to have burned; some of us carry hopes we ought to have buried; some of us, tonight, will carry neither home.

Each act maps to a course and a moment of the actual evening of 22 June 1897. The host plays Inspector Harwood, narrating each act, conducting the questioning, and delivering the Poirot-style summation at the close.
You play Inspector Harwood, the Scotland Yard detective Reginald invited under pretext for “security advice” on the threatening letters. Your guests pick the rest. Six of them have a credible motive; one of them has the means and the opportunity.
Reginald Ashworth, shipping magnate. Widowed, recently remarried. Boer War supply contracts. Tonight's host, his third threatening letter arrived this morning.
Lady Margaret Ashworth, Reginald's second wife, fifteen years his junior. Poised. Quietly drowning.
Cecily Ashworth, twenty-eight, unmarried. Daughter of Reginald's first wife (who died in 1888). Gambles at private women's salons.
Maximilian Whitfield, engaged to Cecily. Presents as Pittsburgh steel heir. Charming, almost too charming.
Colonel Harold Pemberton, late of Her Majesty's forces in South Africa. Old friend of Reginald. Drinks too much, opinions too freely.
Miss Adelaide Ashworth, Reginald's cousin. Unmarried, early thirties. Active in women's suffrage (NUWSS). Quiet at dinner.
Mrs. Hollis, thirty years in the Ashworth household through both marriages. Knows every hallway and every cupboard.
The kit is printable from your browser, no install, no DRM. Hosts get permanent access with a one-time $19purchase or an active Plus + Parlor subscription. Player envelopes get their own section below; this is the host’s side.
Section A of the host packet is everything you need to run the night without spoilers. Section B (Inspector’s monologue + Answer Key + True Movements) is sealed, open only when you’re ready to deliver the final reveal.
Each character has their own URL, a Vityy-framed page with the full envelope inside (Intro + three acts). Copy the link, send it to the player who’s playing them, and tell them not to share it. Append ?name=Daisyto swap the character’s default name for your guest’s real name in every line.
7 player envelopes · 1 host packet
Reginald Ashworth, shipping magnate. Widowed, recently remarried. Boer War supply contracts. Tonight's host, his third threatening letter arrived this morning.
“Your glass is empty, my friend.”
Lady Margaret Ashworth, Reginald's second wife, fifteen years his junior. Poised. Quietly drowning.
“The Queen looks radiant from this distance.”
Cecily Ashworth, twenty-eight, unmarried. Daughter of Reginald's first wife (who died in 1888). Gambles at private women's salons.
“Father is tedious on the subject.”
Maximilian Whitfield, engaged to Cecily. Presents as Pittsburgh steel heir. Charming, almost too charming.
“Back home we'd call this a hell of a spread.”
Colonel Harold Pemberton, late of Her Majesty's forces in South Africa. Old friend of Reginald. Drinks too much, opinions too freely.
“I was at Ladysmith, you know.”
Miss Adelaide Ashworth, Reginald's cousin. Unmarried, early thirties. Active in women's suffrage (NUWSS). Quiet at dinner.
“One does what one must.”
Mrs. Hollis, thirty years in the Ashworth household through both marriages. Knows every hallway and every cupboard.
“Will that be all, madam?”
What a Mayfair drawing room would actually have played that summer. Late-Victorian English composers (Elgar, Sullivan, Parry, Stanford) anchored by the centerpiece, Elgar's Imperial March, written for the Diamond Jubilee itself.
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Each course maps to the act it opens. Grocery-store accessible, no specialty butcher, no rare ingredients. Every course has a store-bought shortcut warmly called out, so a host who doesn’t bake isn’t blocked. Full recipes, shopping list, and prep timeline live in the host packet.
One click creates a draft event in your Vityy dashboard, the copy is already written, the template is already picked (silk-ribbon, cream + burgundy + ink). You add guest emails and press send.
One Tuesday evening, eight friends, a dining room that turns into a Mayfair town house at the height of the Empire. Send the invitations. Print the kit. Carve the roast. Keep the claret breathing.
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