The maid came into the room flushed and panicked. "Oh SURELY you cant think this had out do with me sir. I would never kill anybody," she was almost pleading."Miss. Miss. No one is accusing you of anything. I just need to know what you did last night. And if you saw anything suspicious. I'm asking everyone,"
"But I'm one of the first so you must think I'm involved."
"No. No miss. The order is random. What's your name anyway?"
"Lilly Sang Sir," her hair was dark and frizzy. She was wearing her maids apron and some loose 'comfy' clothing underneath. Her eyes were hazel and she had rosey cheeks.
"So what did you do last night?" Asked Mr Slayden.
" Well I served tea at 9 sir then set the tables for breakfast this morning, course that didn't go to plan after what happened. Then the Miss Buquet asked me to take your things to room 7. It was around half 9 by then. Next I made your bed and put on the sheets, cleaned a bit and turned on the heater before preparing a fresh pot of tea for 10 o'clock and putting it in the lounge. I then took the new arrival's, the French blonde one's, stuff to her room and prepared her too the same way I did yours. She asked the landlady if we could toke out a valuable box from her luggage and put it in the safe before she went into the lounge. The landlady told me to do so and I did. Then I retired for the night in a spare room behind the counter cause we are snowed in,"
"Did you notice anything odd when you went to bed?"
The maid sighed and looked to the sky while she thought. "YES!" She said suddenly. "Come to think of it I say someone in a white hood running through the hall,"
"Did they come from up stairs?"
"I'm afraid I dont know sir. I.... wait....." the maid had a sudden enlighywnwd look on her face, like she had just solved a big issue.
"What miss?"
"Never mind. I'm really not sure which way they cane from sir"
"Do you remember anything else,"
"No sir. Can I go,"
"Yes. But please come find me if you remember anything else,"
"Yes sir,"
'She knows. I'm sure she knows something else' Mr Slayden said quietly. He glanced at his watch. He had fifteen minutes to make notes before Mrs Lythgoe was due. He began to write
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Murder on the Off Chance
Mystery / ThrillerStuck in a small inn. Blocked by the snow in a small village near Devon with the police unable to get there and a murderer in there mits. It is up to private detective Jason Sladen to bring justice. Or will the murder escape to possibly kill again...