While the EZBoard dicks and, um, you know, gumshoes sleuth around for the mad hacker, Cast Party thought it good to round up the usual suspects:

Colonel Mustard: HPF. In the conservatory. With the M16.

Professor Plum: WinterGnat. Guilty or not, academics make wonderful scapegoats, and almost always deserve everything they get. Smarty pants liberals...

Miss Scarlet: Scarlet Harlot. Because they've got the same name. Do I have to explain everything?

Mr. Green: Percy. Mr. Green has a cigarette lighter, doesn't he? Or is it a dressing gown? I can't put my finger on it (and emphatically don't want to), but there is something very Percyesque about Mr. Green. Perhaps it's the Queen-of-Hearts look in his eyes...

Mrs. Peacock: jmcc. The epitome of mature dignity and flair. Also knows her way around a lead pipe.

Mrs. White: Sisserydoo. Sorry Sis. Process of elimination.