Client: Elizabeth White
Location: White Manor
As I went around the corner, deep in thought, I suddenly stopped in my tracks. There was the smell of smoke, hanging in the air. I looked up to see the painting gone. I gasped as I frantically searched for what I thought must have been a key evidence to the threat message I read today. There it was. Right below the painting was the……remained ashes of the millions costing painting of a Victorian mansion, now a mound of dirt.
As I bent down to take a closer look, a rough deep voice boomed in the hallway “ You’ll never see that picture again! HAHAHAHAHA!” I froze in my position for a second before reacting. Without turning back, I dashed to the room in only steps in front of me. In there was a supposedly napping Madame Elizabeth, my client. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I take cover for a while, after all, I was here in the White Mansion under her request to investigate some things.
“BANG!” the door made a loud noise as I closed it in a hurry. Straightaway the chilly wind blew to my face. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room. Before I could do anything else, I noticed the eerie silence in the luxuriously huge room. What’s wrong with Madam Elizabeth? I thought the big bang of the door should have woken her up. But I immediately thought of something else. Wasn’t there a wind just now? Hmm. I strode to the window and I could see that it was broken. I gulped. But something’s amiss. There were no broken shards of the expensive frosted glass. I carefully pushed it further out. The sun was setting and as I looked below, I could see the damp earth but as I scanned the area, I could see something sticking out. The broken pieces of glass!!! This has got to be an inside job made to look like an outsider’s job. But why hide the pieces?
Now that I’m done with this part, I proceeded to the bed. My hand was shaking as I forced myself to uncover the curtain covering the bed. WHOOSH! Nothing but my experience of seeing dead bodies could have stopped me from screaming out loud. There, lying on the bed, was the dead Madam Elizabeth White, my client who had earlier gotten the message of a threat.
As my eyes moved from her head to toes, I picked up a lot of clues. Her eyes were bulging which proves that she was shocked by the identity of the killer. It may also mean that it was very sudden. Her neck showed me that somebody had tried to strangle her. She must have put up a fight with the killer. One of her hands was holding on to a dagger. Wait a minute, that dagger with the dragon motive on it seemed familiar. I know I’ve seen it somewhere recently but I cant put my finger on it. The other one of her hands was clamping a crumpled piece of paper tightly. I struggled to force it open. That did the trick. The suspense was growing as I slowly smoothen the note out on the bedside table. It said “ Who does this dagger belong to?” Judging by the shape of the letters, I’d deduced that she must have written this dying message when she was in pain. It was also written in blood……. Hey! People stabbed in the heart dies an instant death; she wasn’t supposed to have time to write a dying message. There were only two possibilities to this. First, somebody forged this but judging by the way madam Elizabeth is clutching the paper, I’d guess not. The second one, madam Elizabeth was poisoned. That way she must have had time to write this puzzling piece of clue. That seems to be the one.
the next part will be posted tomoro...hope you like it...
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