
01-03-2008, 04:12 AM
How great it is to be governor! William thought as he pulled up the driveway and entered his home. “Put dinner on!” he barked at Francis, the butler. To his maid, Beatrix, he asked “So, where’s the family?”
“Cassandra, sir, is at her friend’s dinner party. Elizabeth, sir, is at tutoring,” Beatrix stuttered, she was always nervous when directly confronting the governor.
“Oh yes, that’s right. Well then you might as well have the evening off,” responded the exhausted governor.
“Oh! Thank you so much, sir!” Beatrix curtsied and left the room.
William will have to live with eating chicken tonight, thought the butler, its all we got left.
“All right,” Inspector Houston accused, “you all must already be aware that you are the suspects for Governor William’s murder.”
Cassandra Gasped, Beatrix looked pale. Elizabeth looked heartbroken, and the grouchy butler looked amused.
“Do any of you have anything to say for yourselves?” interrogated the inspector.
The butler immediately began, “It wasn’t me! I was preparing the governor’s dinner, like he commanded, quite harshly I must add, me too!”
Beatrix looked incredibly nervous “I was…in the garden. William gave me the evening off, as no one was home.” Cassandra shot the maid an accusing glare.
“I was at a dinner party, remember, I was still there when you called me here! The dinner party was too far away for me to come here and get back,” Cassandra declared.
“And what about you?” Francis growled at Elizabeth.
“I-I was at tutoring. I w-would have n-never killed my f-father,” sobbed Elizabeth.
Interesting, thought the inspector, they all SEEM innocent. Aloud he said, “Okay, you all have acceptable alibis, but your motives are just as true. Cassandra, you and William had an argument last night, which turned out really bad, I’ve heard. Elizabeth, your over protective father does not approve of your boyfriend, which you hate him for. Francis, you blame William for your tiny pay check and believe that he is thinking of firing you. Beatrix, you are incredibly horribly treated and also get paid close to nothing. Have any of you anything to say to that?”
Francis and Beatrix both shook their heads, suddenly silenced. Cassandra cleared her throat “Ahem! My husband’s and my fights have nothing to do with the likes of you! Nothing serious went on and all was forgiven, now please stop accusing me of murdering my very own husband!”
Elizabeth nodded her head in agreement “I, also would not kill family, I do not care that he doesn’t like Fredrick! But, honestly, I would not kill my father! I doubt mother wouldn’t too!”
Houston stood up and left the room. As he walked across the hall to the dining room, where William’s body still lay, he pondered about the previous conversation. As he entered the dining room, he saw a dish towel and a set of keys on the ground, and the smell of burnt chicken wafted through the air, after watching blood drip down from the knife in William’s back he immediately knew who the murderer was.
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