Just a butler (English AU)

Chapter three: The other side of the coin

Clay's POV:

-Without doubt, you aren't seeing the obvious.-

I finally told them, supported on the border of the window with my arms folded. It wasn't much later since we had finished the interviews so I could perfectly remember everything that had happend, even if a young boy with brown eyes and dark hair didn't leave his sight from me.

He was young, perhaps a few years older than me, but also a bit arrogant. Maybe that's why he was so constant in keeping everyone in sight, but it was that obsesion that didn't make him realise what had really happened.

The son of Sr.Billiam, George, was the one in charge of calling us one by one to come to the room, but when someone asked him the way to the bathrooms was the moment when I realised that the candidate was being suspicious.

Definitely, he was different from the others, but I guess that wasn't nothing compared to me.

Talking with other guests, I could see that everyone there was being very kind and they knew each other, or that was what I had thought until the topic came in.

-What about the one who has just left?-

-That one? I don't know him.-

-No?-

-Me neither.-

-This is the first time I've ever seen him.-

-I guess he is not from London then.-

I can't say that didn't surprise me, I was almost sure that I was the only outsider. Meanwhile, in the middle of all the bussy, I was able to catch a small reflection on the window which made me turn my head and see the guy we were talking about going upstairs to the second floor.

Shortly after that, we were called again to be informed that an object from the mansion had been stolen. Later on, we were back again in the mansion, with also the members of the household and a police agent.

As it seems, the object was a little notebook with brown leather coverts, but it was very important to Sr.Billiam.

And that brought us back to this moment.

-I may already know who is the blame for this theft.

I added shortly after that.

-And how do we know it wasn't you?-

George contrattacked quickly.

-First of all, because I haven't left the room. Second, because as he had said, the notebook has only a sentimental value, and if I've needed money, which it isn't the case, a notebook woldn't the best option. No, this was all made by a personal reason, which leads us to the third point, I'm new to this city and I don't know anything about this place.

-I don't think so, you were gone for some minutes.-

-No, I just moved to talk with the rest of the candidates, and if you don't believe me, you can always check the cameras.-

-Don't doubt that we will do it, but let's imagine for a minute that you are correct. Who do you think is the theft then?-

The police officer asked curiously. He was a young boy, with a darker pale than mine, with brown eyes and chestnut hair

He was wearing what is supposed to be the normal uniform from the London police, a short sleeve black jacket, a pair of pants in the same color and a black cap with a strip black and white. The golden plaque has to be always on sight, that was a rule that never changed, and in it you could read his name: Ponk.

-Easy, just the only person that left the room during the interviews. After a while talking with the others, we came to the conclusion that no one knew him, and minutes later, he took the conversation in advantage to go upstairs without getting noticed.-

-Is that true? Someone left the room?-

-Yes, that sir asked me for the bathroom.-

George agreed, pointing to the guy.

-Let's revise the cameras.-

Sir Billiam finally said, not convinced at all.

-Wait, gentlemen we can't leave them alone, they are suspects.-

The police add, realising that someone can try to escape.

-Don't worry about it. Chef!-

In a few seconds, a young tall boy came in. He was young but despised it; he had a professional look around him.

-Look after these gentlemen and make sure that no one leaves this room.-

The youthful chef noded and with that, they finally left for the second floor.

-Now you think you are a detective, don't you?-

A voice said from behind with a foraging accent that I've never heard.

-Excuse me?-

Turning around I was able to see the man from earlier that had gone upstairs when no one was watching.

-You have heard me.-

-Maybe I didn't study as much as many of you here, but the modals are first and I don't think I've insulted you, I only said the truth about what I saw.-

-You think you are clever? What is your name?-

-Does it matter?-

-Sirs, please calm yourselves.-

The chef arrived near us to bring peace, but with a simple sight in the arm, I was able to see that the man was about to punch the chef.

Immediately, I stood in front of him, catching his fist with both hands. The chef seemed very surprised, but that man was stronger and another fist came in, hitting me in the stomach, and leaving me without air on the floor. The chef as well as other guests were trying to help me, while the man escaped. I tried to run after him, but the pain was much worse with every move I made. Finally, and with all the noise we had made, both owners of the mansion and the police came back in, asking for the event.

-That man attacked him and run away.-

One of the guests answered, while I was still recovering the air. The police came near me and carefully he helped me stand by.

-He was probably trying to silence you. It seems that the cameras had proved your theory and as you said, that man went sneakily to the second floor, where the notebook was placed.-

-Sr. Billiam, we will be back with the case, but right now, I'll have to take this boy to the hospital, and after his injuries are treated, we'll take his testimony.-

Sr.Billiam wasn't facing us, instead he looked at something on the side table.

-As you want to, but it seems that we won't need any more investigation.

He spoke in a cold and serious tone, as always.

-Father, what do you mean?-

-Listen son, the police can't help us anymore.-

Sr.Billiam showed him a note left on the table to his son. I couldn't read what it said, but I was able to see a letter in excellent calligraphy. The J.

-Jschaltt.-