Did Mr. Green sneak into the foyer and abscond with the candlestick? Alternatively, could Professor Plum have used an oven mitt for mischief in the study? And what about Colonel Mustard, wielding a ketchup bottle in the underground speakeasy? Regardless of the suspect, the undeniable fact remains: a precious artwork has vanished, plucked straight from the walls of a San Francisco gallery.
