Power washing in Chicago and Colorado. Power washing—that was the clue.  But I couldn’t decide what it meant.  The card containing this cryptic information was underneath the door of the library.  I looked around.  I couldn’t see anybody!!!  Where was the rest of the party??  Suddenly Mrs. Goodman came into the hallway, but she quickly vanished around the same corner as soon as she saw me.  Was she, too, holding a slip of paper in her hand?  This was really starting to get on my nerves; it just wasn’t that fun anymore.  I hoped someone would find the final clue and solve the scavenger hunt.  Power washing, my foot.  Wait a minute—foot?  I had to find Mr. Foote, and then I would get the last clue!  I crept quietly into the library, carefully closing the door tightly behind me.  But no one was in here, either.  I crept out and tiptoed down the hallway to one of the bedrooms.  And there were Mr. Randolph and Ms. Washington, just as cozy as could be!  Whoops—sorry.  I continued on my seemingly meaningless trek through the mansion.  Maybe—back to the living room, I thought.  Where we had all started this ridiculous charade.  Where was Mr. Foote?  I was almost certain he had the clue and was keeping mum about it, by process of elimination.  Well…I was wrong, as it turned out.  It really was Mrs. Goodman—she’d been desperately looking for a place to hide and wait it all out.  Whodunit?  Why, The Denver Strangler, of course.  In the dining room, with the silver sword.  I never would have guessed.