"Something's different about this picture," Kathleen said thoughtfully.
"I can feel it."
Kathleen, Davie, General Dempsey, Colonel Thatcher, and Colonel Tell, were all in the study looking over events and anything that could possibly be of any help to the case.
"I don't see anything different," Colonel Thatcher said, pouring himself some brandy.
"No, she's right," Davie answered.
"There is something different. Only it's probably so small and subtle that we can't see it."
Kathleen scanned the picture over and over again, but she couldn't find anything.
Then there was a nock on the door.
"Come in!" General Dempsey called.
William walked in, carrying a large tray of sandwiches.
"I thought you might like something to eat," he said, putting the tray on the coffee table.
"Don't mind if I do," Colonel Tell answered, grabbing a sandwich and stuffing it in his mouth.
The others followed suit, except for Kathleen who said she wasn't hungry and continued to stare at the painting of the archer.
"Find anything?" William asked, grabbing a sandwich himself.
"Not one little thing," Davie sighed, sitting down in a rocking chair.
Then he chuckled a little to himself, grabbing Kathleen's attention.
"What is it?" She asked, turning away from the painting.
"Oh nothing. I was just thinking of my first archery lesson...I should've known that the instructor had it out for me after that incident."
"What happened?" Kathleen inquired, her curiosity stirring.
"Hah, he didn't tell me that I had to wear an arm guard," Davie laughed.
"Ooooooooo, ouch! That must've hurt," Kathleen chuckled.
"Oh, it did. I still have the scar, see?"
Davie pulled up his shirt sleeve on his left arm, revealing a very faint scar on the lower part of his arm, near the elbow.
"Sometimes I can still hear the smack that bow string made."
Everyone laughed a little at such an incident as not wearing an arm guard, but it didn't last long because another nock came on the door.
"Come in!" The General called once more.
This time it was the maid Lucy who timidly walked into the room.
"Lieutenant, there's someone at the door for you," she said quietly.
Davie quickly got up and walked to the front door. Standing on the doorstep was the mailman.
"There's a letter for you sir," the man said.
"Why didn't you give it to the maid?" Davie asked, grabbing the letter.
"I was told to deliver it in person, sir."
"Yes, well, thank you!"
Davie shut the door and looked at the return address. It was from Count Liam McPherson. Davie had known the Count from letters only and he had asked a few very strange questions in his last letter, and he was curious to see the answers.
Davie, [It said]
I was indeed confused at the questions you asked in your last letter, but as you explained I began to see the light. To answer them I will try my best to be of assistance to you.
(1) What does Countess Kathleen look like?
It's not too difficult to explain, although I'm not sure how it would help you any. She's a bit over average height, has long brown hair, an oval face, and grey eyes. And very noticeable grey eyes at that.
(2) What does she act like?
Now to tell you the truth, she is a bit independent. She's very friendly and quite honest about a lot of things. She wasn't raised to act like a royal, and sometimes it shows.
(3) Does she use foreign terms a lot?
This question certainly threw me off. Such an odd thing to ask. In fact, I've never really paid attention to that. I would say she uses them every once in a while, but not willy-nilly.
(4) Is she away at the moment?
Now this one, out of all of them, confused me the most. I thought you said you were also invited to the General's party? Yes, she is away and at the General's party as well.
I hope my answers were of some help to you and I'm dreadfully sorry about that murder. I always wonder why people do such terrible things.
Anyway, as I was not able to attend the earlier party, the General has invited me to stay at his mansion for a while, just to keep pressing matters off my mind for a while. It will be very nice to see Kathleen again, and I'm very pleased to be meeting you. I will be arriving on the 22nd.
Sincerely,
Count Liam McPherson
Davie tapped the letter on his hand as he thought over what he had just read. Everything seemed to the match the description the Count had given, although he wasn't sure about the eye color.
The 22nd...That was tomorrow.
"Well, I guess I can wait till then," Davie thought out loud.
"Wait for what?" Came Kathleen's voice.
Davie looked up to see the Countess standing only two yards away.
"Oh, nothing, just a few personal matters," Davie lied.
Kathleen walked a bit closer and didn't say anything for a minute. Then she shrugged and spoke.
"Well the General wants to talk to you about something," she said.
Davie nodded and looked up from the letter, nearly jumping out of his skin as he made eye contact with Kathleen. Her eyes were incredibly green! Not just sort of green, they were green!
- Here's the next chapter everyone! What do you think so far? I'd love to hear what you guys think is going to happen next! And, as always, votes are appreciated. Thanks :D - Anna
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Fare Thee Well Miss Alice
Mystery / ThrillerDavie didn't get there until after everyone was in the room, but he couldn't see properly through the crowd. He tried pushing his way through, and when he did, he saw the Countess bent over the body of Alice. "What's wrong?" He asked. "It's Alice,"...
