It couldn't be. How? She had solved it so how had this happened? After discovering that Arnold had taken a life he had be questioned and less than an hour later...
Gone.
So it wasn't Arnold. But if not him then who? Lady Hawthorne wanted nothing to do with the man, she thought that butlers were "vile repulsive little creatures" that were only supposed to clean the beautiful tapestries. If this goes on any longer all those tapestries will be blood red and tarnished.
One tapestry caught my eye three doors down from the library mental note. It was shiny hmm... I carefully pulled out an extraction knife and cut the glimmering piece out of the beautifully hand painted tapestry it looked like it had been coated in a strange glittery substance, no it was too fine to be glitter. Metal shavings? I placed the piece in a bag as the creator turned the corner.
"HEY, YOU. PESANT DETECTIVE THING. WHY ARE YOU CUTTING ONE OF MY MASTERPIECE EH? NO NO" He yelled as he shooed me away. Was he stopping me from finding something? He was raised in my department as a suspect and even my boss agreed that this was a strange case indeed. We decided to take him in for questioning and as an unsurprising result, he said that it was Arnold like everyone else had. Little do they know he is dead which makes them all the more suspicious. We kept him in the same cell as Arnold was once in and we left him overnight to see if he would talk but he still denied saying that it was Arnold.
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The Miss-Match Mansion
Mystery / ThrillerA dark mansion... A Blood stained weapon... Who did it? Read this short story to find out