Like lightning Mr Slayden had been rushed up the stairs by Miss Blake and down the corridor. They arrived at a little door which said. 'PRIVATE, FOR STAFF ONLY' on the centre. It was a small door which dissolved on a diagonal into the wall."Look!" Miss Blake said frantically, pointing with her sharp fingernails at the stack between the floor and the door. There was a thick oozing liquid running under the door frame. It was scarlet.
Hesitantly Mr Slayden reached for the door knob and tugged, swinging the door open to reveal the maid slouched in the corner with a broom fallen on her body. She too had a knife protruding from her chest. Yet again the knife was a fancy golden design, this time with an emerald in the hilt. Her eyes were closed and peaceful.
"I'm here," it was Doctor Couture. He stopped in the realisation of the scene. "My God!" He rushed down to her and started to check the body. "A single stab wound to the chest, probably died instantly. Wait, what are these Mark's round her mouth and wrists," he indicated to some redish purple marks around the poor girls wrists and on the corners of her mouth. "Zey are like burns, weird. Oh. There is a bruising to the head, like she was hit with a blunt object to knock her down first,"
"When do you think she died,"
"Not long ago, between 11:30 and 11:50,"
"So just after I talked to her. The murderer must have waited till after out meeting or perhaps was listening in and heard something. Mabye she was giving the murderer away and had to be silenced. She did notice that the murderer was wearing a white hoodie. And then. Then she stopped for a brief second, like she had just remembered something. I think she had," Mr slayden looked around and saw something on the floor. A silver watch was sprawled on the floor, its strap had been broken and next to the watch was a small note of £10. "And now we see," Slayden exhaled. "She realises that she knows who the murder is. But she is poor. She is a maid, so she goes to blackmail the killer, and in doing so signs her own death warrant. Simple and foolish girl. Poor thing," He got a sheet and covered the body. "I must now change my schedule. I will go ask some questions," he picked up the watch. "Starting with why this is here,"
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Thanks for reading. Sorry for the mistakes.
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Murder on the Off Chance
Mystère / 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...