The Murderers Gift

The Ballroom

The ballroom was a huge room with a sparkling chandelier (with flower vines hanging from them) hanging in the middle of it. There were stairs leading down toward the floor, which were made out of wood squares, and stairs leading to a little area where you could look over everyone.. A long table filled with desserts and appetizers sat in the back of the room. All the suspects were crowded around in the center, some talking in hushed tones, others yelling angrily. But, when the detective came inside, the room silenced.
June tugged her brown coat sleeves and cleared her throat. "Please, go back to your talking. I'm simply looking around the room."
She walked down the steps, passed the people, and went to the table of food. She took out a magnifying glass from an inner pocket in her coat and examined the table for anything strange. There wasn't anything, so she moved on to the vases, and she was met with nothing again.
June decided to check the area the stairs led to for anything. As she started to climb up the steps, the candles on the chandelier went out. Everyone screamed, and feet shuffled around the detective. She frantically tried to reach out to the person. This has to be the murderer, she thought, but she just couldn't get a grip on anything. Then, she felt a piece of clothing and ripped a piece of it off. The feet shuffling stopped, and everything was silent again.
"Is everyone alright?" the detective asked into the dark.
"Well, my face appears to be on the floor," an unknown voice said.
"Who is that?" the detective asked, trying to walk down the steps.
"York Underwood, ma'am! You haven't questioned me yet," York said.
"Ah, I see. Could someone call a butler to light the candles back?"
Feet shuffle again, and light from the rest of the house floods through the door. Someone calls the butler, and he walks in with a long stick with a lighter at the top and lights the candles.
"Thank you," June said, brushing off her black dress and coat. Then she remembered the cloth in her hand and quickly took out her magnifying glass again. The fabric was a dark blue color, and it was a scratchy material.
She put the fabric in a bag and into her pocket, then walked down the rest of the steps to the other people.
"I'm going to need another person to interrogate," she said, carefully examining everyone's dresses and suits. The only blue there was Mrs. Connings dress, and that blue was too light.
"I'll come," a woman with a thick Arabic accent said from behind everyone. She stepped forward, head held high, and revealed herself. She was a very tall woman, almost as tall as an average man, and she wore an emerald green scarf around her head. Her dress matched her scarf, and the back dragged on the floor when she walked, and her sleeves were flowing when she moved her hands, which were somewhat big.
She must be from the Middle East. Her dress is silk, and it's very pretty, the detective thought. I should find something like that for me later...
"Thank you. Please follow me," the detective said. She walked out of the room, the woman following, and went into the study for the third interrogation.