Bye Bye Berlin

Chapter 10: It's Solved

I was eating some oatmeal that I stole from the pantry while the passengers slowly started filtering through the door and sitting in their seats

"What are you smirking about," Betty said, annoyed

"I'm gonna wait until everyone is here," once everyone was in their seat I stood up and said "Let. Ernest. Out."

"And, why should I do that?" Edith said

"He didn't do it,"

"Then who did?" Rose said.

"Margret Sanders,"

"WHAT! WHY WOULD I KILL MY OWN FATHER!"

"Well, here's the story from the beginning,"

"Margaret, on October 15th found her father's final will and testament lying on his desk. When she was the big "58%" next to her name, she got a little greedy. She wanted a way to get that money quicker, and as we all know the only way to do that is if that person dies. Now she didn't want to seem obvious , so she decided on poison, specifically strychnine. She knew that her dad loved his champagne so she grabbed the rat poison from behind the bar counter and poured it into a glass of champagne," Margret's face was as red as the seats behind her. "She gave her father the poison early in the morning and then she left,"

"NOT TRUE!"

"Well, your face says otherwise," I said

"How did those two workers die if she only poisoned the driver?" Olivia responded

"Now, this is just a theory considering all of our possible witnesses hit the sack. But, my theory is that while he was drinking the champagne the two workers came in and had some," I said "Did I get it right, Margret,"

"Uh..um..i..i.I DID IT!"

"I'll call the police!" Olivia said as she pulled out a charcoal black telephone from her suitcase.

"YOU HAD A PHONE THIS WHOLE TIME," Ernest screeched

"Well, I didn't see a use for it before,"

"A USE FOR IT?!" He screamed "WE WERE TRAPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE FOR 5 DAYS AND YOU DIDN'T FIND A USE?!"

"SHUT UP I'M CALLING THE POLICE!" she screamed. Ernest shut up.

"Police, I'm here to report a murder."

Finally, all the staff and passengers were evacuated, and we all got to return home safely.

I stepped on the porch of my house feeling relieved that I was finally away from that horrid train. I saw my husband, Walter, standing at the door waving.

"What took you so long?" Walter asked, chuckling

"That's a story for another day," I responded, finally stepping foot into my house. I placed my suitcase on our bed sitting down. I heard Walter shout from downstairs

"Can you get the mail for me!"

"Sure!" I shouted back. I walked down the winding driveway and opened the mailbox. Most of it was just junk but I saw some things that stuck out to me. First was today's newspaper the headline read

"Train Murderer: A Strife for Greed" I chuckled. They had already posted about it. The other thing was a small brown paper envelope that was strung together in scarlet twine. It had no name.

"Spooky," I thought to myself as I warily opened the envelope. It read

"Dear Shirley, 

 Thanks for 30 years in prison, but let me tell you when I get out of here you will never see the light of day

Yours Truly

M.S. "

"Well ain't that wonderful," I said

To be continued...