The grey room was almost desert. The sound of that old piano filled the gaps between the silence.
The sound of footsteps from outside were absorved by the music that came from the piano, an unrecognizable music, full of intensity, highs and lows, sometimes depressive... and others so happy... that reminded laughs.
The Footsteps became near, but still unheard. The volume of the piano gets higher! And higher! It sounds like a scream for help. The footsteps stop. As the piano. The door is opened, and the silence remains.
The footsteps start again, a chair is pushed and the footsteps stop. Thee door is closed. And the piano starts again but quietly, almost silently.
-Good morning Miss, my name is Inspector DI Lestrade and i'm here to ask you some question about Alexandra Shoosmister.
The music of the piano became gradually louder until the sound reach his pic.
-Miss please, this is major importance, it's required your cooperation.
The chords became stranger and louder that it hurts to the human ear, it sound like screams of despair.
-Please Miss, we need your help to know more about Alexandra Shoosmister murder. Your friend murder! - screamed the Inspector, he instantly regreted to havedone such thing.
The piano stops.
A girl comes from behind the black old piano. She was in a white hospital gown, had black straight hair and a paled face, she starts to walk in the Inspector direction, with her face down with only her hair and eyes visible.
She stops. She is now face to face with the inspector, it was obvious the fear in the Inspector face. She pulls her hand and hands him a paper.
-A sheet music? How does this help? Can you please answer some of my questions?
She lifts her head, looking right in the eyes of Inspector Lestrade, it seems she could read his entire life from just one look, it seems she could penetrate his very soul. The inspector shivers, and tries to look away from that girl eyes. She downs her face and goes back to the piano.
-Is it true that Miss Alexandra came to visit you two days ago? What did you talked about?
The piano starts again, not very loud, but not quietly, a strange music, kind of calm and depressed.
The Inspector insists and asks again the same question. The piano keeps playing. The noise in the room, from the piano was too much and the nurses had to asked for the Inspector to step aside and to come back another time, that for the day the visit time was over.
Inspector Lestrade left, with that music sheet on his hand, more puzzled now that was before. He needed someone to make that girl talk... someone who could understand that girls mind... and see the meaning of that sheet music... and he knew just the man for it.
Sherlock Holmes.
