To my master
my name was Charles.
An ordinary butler's name, isn't it?
Charles Williams Jr. After my very
own father's name. I did so love
my father. It came as a shock when
the doctor announced that he had been
p o i s o n e d…
No one in the family was really the same afterwards…
Especially mother. The doctor, Dr. Barnswell,
Said it was because of depression. I was the only one that really
Knew what happened.
But if I told,
The family would have abandoned me.
I couldn't let that happen.
I needed the family fortune, and, as the first son, I was destined to inherit the
Millions
Of
Pounds.
It could not be lost.
It was so close I could taste the first,
Giant turkey,
The first,
Giant cake.
The first
Wife's kiss
When I told her we were to be
Married.
I would not care that she loved my money
As long as she kept herself in my bed,
where she belonged.
And, I would not care when
She died,
After I tired of her.
And, after her funeral,
After I buried her in the rose garden,
I would dig her corpse up to be laid in my bed a last time,
And then without words
Exchanged, of course, for how could a corpse speak?
Could it?
Would my father's corpse come back?
What if it did?
Would it tell how I chased him down?
Would it say how many times I stabbed his weak body?
I was only sixteen.
He was old,
And he couldn't even help me with my chores
Anymore…
Wouldn't some say I put him out if his
Misery?
Wouldn't they say,
"He was weak" ?
Would they believe the walking corpse?
The one that would take the money out of my hands?
Of course, I could not let that happen.
I needed the money ,
The house,
The food,
The wife…
I needed the money.
My dead father would not find me.
Not if I fled.