Ehat was supposed to be "Get A Clue" (500 hits)
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Submitted by Amusediniraq (View user info) at 2004-02-22 14:28:41 EST
I was trying to submit when we lost Power and Internet, here is the original post.
Quickly and quietly he moved down the hall. It was dark outside and the windows reflected his image back into the passageway. He wore a dark lavender colored coat with a similarly colored tie and white shirt. His hair was red and scruffy and he wore large thick glasses that accentuated his sharp features. There was a storm outside and the rain pelted the window pane with a steady beat. Occasionally a flash of lightning illuminated the corners clearly, the effect being rather disorientating as the eyes struggled to adjust. A short moment after the flash a rolling thunder clap had a moment to build and decrescendo in intensity creating an eerie aura throughout the manor. The young gentleman held a notebook in his hand and was reviewing some notes. He turned and entered a room.
The room was an elegantly furnished study. A large desk was in front of a bay window with a high back dark leather chair behind it. There were some papers scattered across the desk and a low glowing green shaded lamp illuminated the desk. Under the light was a long dagger like letter opener resting on a pile of papers. There was a fire in the fireplace on the wall to the left of the desk and a green couch on the opposite wall. The man looked around the room hurriedly and mumbled something as he scribbled in his notebook. He dallied awhile longer then left the room.
Turning into another room halfway down the hall he met a young woman who was smoking a cigarette which hung carelessly from a long ebony cigarette holder. She was leaning against a shelf of books lazily running her fingers across the spines of ancient looking tomes. She was shocked by the abrupt entrance of the red haired man and stood up with a start.
"Peter! You scared me!"
"I apologize, Sara. I didn't intend to..." His voice trailed off as he looked pasted the woman who was wearing a rather clingy red cocktail dress and noticed that one of the curtains was drawn back and tied while the other hung loosely.
"Peter, are you alright?" The attractive woman inquired.
His eyes returned to Sara's "Yes, yes I am. It's just that so much has happened that I can't explain... I wish the police would hurry up and arrive."
"I know what you mean, Peter. I am afraid to even go to the kitchen for a bite to eat. I feel so much safer here in the library..."
"Yes, Sara. You should stay here. I'll return momentarily. I have to check on one more thing. Will you excuse me, please."
He turned and left without waiting for an answer. He crossed the dining room and entered the kitchen. A middle aged servant was sweeping the floor with an old worn broom. The man looked intently at the woman who asked if there was anything she could get for him. She never really looked up from her chore. Peter noticed there was tape up and down the handle of the broom and that the bristles were stained like dirt and with each swipe of the broom dark soil fell on the floor making it actually dirtier than before the broom passed.
"Mrs. White, may I ask if you have been here all evening?" the young man inquired.
"Why yes, Professor, I have been here cleaning all evening...since supper time," The servant answered.
Peter also looked around the room and saw that the evening dishes were piled high in the sink as if no one had begun to clean them. He also deduced that the broom was not from the kitchen but from elsewhere in the house.
"Thank you, I think you have helped more than you can imagine." He turned and exited the kitchen.
He rushed past the hallway and entered the lounge. This room was impeccably decorated as well. Sitting across from one another in the corner of the room were two elderly gentlemen. The man on the right was dressed in a golden coat, the kind of coat with many pockets like one would find worn by someone on safari. The other man was obviously the younger however he was balding slightly and wore an olive smoking jacket. They were huddled around a small end table discussing something intently. They both halted their discussion and looked keenly at the younger man who rushed into the room.
"What is all this about?" the elder gentleman demanded.
"I...I really must beg your forgiveness but, Mr. Green, Colonel, I figured it out! I know who's responsible."
"Well, spit it out professor!" Both men sat up straight in their chairs.
"It was Mrs. White, with the rope, in the conservatory!"
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Submitted by amusediniraq (user info) at 2004-02-22 14:46:59 EST (#)
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Thanks for the effort if you read this far.