Mr. Green will wander over to the Billiard Room as well.
I say, that billiard's table is rather... antique. Well, I'm sure its age and general workmanship grant it some value. Did I ever tell you I had my own billiard table custom built? Gold plating all around the top of the table, with silver linings around the pockets, and six uniquely cut emeralds embedded in the top railing, marking the mid-point between each pocket. I considered diamonds of course, but I thought the green of the emeralds would match the velvet of the tabletop, and of course the money laid out in wagers.
But I digress. We are here to solve a murder after all, so I will suggest that Mrs. Peacock may have found the stuffed Albatross trophy hanging over the billiard's table a rather large offense (even I must deem it a bit gaudy I'm afraid), and sent a correspondingly large message of her own to Dr. Black with a Lead Pipe.
Oh! Mrs. White, so lovely to see you again. Do you fancy a quick... game?