So, the hunt is on. Ned, Chuck and Emerson head to the moneygrubber's mansion to find the will, all the while having to listen to Ned's panicky rant about Dwight Dixon and his possible motives. Chuck appears not to be worried, especially when she is distracted by the home's beautiful wallpaper, which she notes is vintage Osborne and Little. "You could buy a small island for what this is worth!" she says. Naturally, the word "buy" instigates the appearance of the widow, Elise, played by the always funny Jennifer Cox. Elise never noticed the wallpaper, she says. "Oh my God, I'm like, the worst widow evaaar!" She is correct. Chuck and Emerson attempt small talk while Ned high tails it to the trophy room. Except, aw SNAP, the trophy room? Full of hunting trophies. As in the taxidermied carcasses of large animals. And the largest trophy? A huge polar bear. It's so clever and so funny -- every funny scene is now starting to make me almost angry, knowing the show will soon be gone. I need to get a hold of myself. "Oh, no," Ned groans, standing directly in front of a huge set of antlers, causing me to nearly wet my pants. Timidly, he winds his way through the room, careful not to touch any of the stuffed LIONS and the like, and faces the polar bear, remembering Gustav's instructions. Back in the drawing room, Elise's manservant has delivered her demanded "champagne juice drinks," and is answering Chuck's question of how he became a bellman. "Bellmen," he sneers, "wear monkey suits and work in hotel lobbies. I am a porter." Oh, well that's that. In any case, James Andrew has an alibi for the night of the murder -- he was at a key party. Whoa! Elise, for her part, was allegedly at a charity function. None of this matters, because during all this excuse-making, we hear a noises-off ROAR from the trophy room. Emerson: "Damn, y'all sure got a big dog." Poor Ned, having survived the polar bear, has opened the safe to reveal not the will, but a scrawled Latin phrase: Orbis pro vox.