Lydia stared at the file on her desk it was stuffed with photos, locations, times, profiles, and many other pieces of wrinkled paper. She attempted to cram a few more papers into the folder. "My work is done for now. Mr. Lucraft will be here tomorrow morning." She stood up and fished a bottle of India ink, a piece of paper, and a quill out of her desk. She smoothed out the paper and placed the tip of the quill on the paper. She bit the end of the quill irritation, wondering how to start the letter. A hard sharp rap on her door snapped her out of her trance. She stood up, eyeing the door carefully. Her thin fingers brushed against the handle of the miniature gun in her pocket. She opened the door carefully, three years as a detective taught her to always be on her guard. "Oh! Mr. Lucraft! Why are you visiting at such a late hour? You said you would pick up the papers at high noon tomorrow." "I'm sorry Miss Carlton but do you have the papers ready?" "Yes, I will get them." She ran to her desk and grabbed the off-white folder, her cotton slippers making light padding noises on the stone floor. She handed him the folders and he pressed a few shillings into her palm. Lydia smirked and closed the door as she pocketed the small silver coins. She pressed her back to the door and looked around the room. Her vivid emerald eyes straying to the desk that was pushed into the corner, the small candle that burned on it dripped wax onto the desktop. She walked into her bedroom and fell onto the bed face-up. She rolled into a ball and sighed contentedly before falling asleep.
Lydia sat up in her small bed rubbing her eyes. She looked out the window and noticed it was nearly noon. "Mmmmn. I guess pulling three all-nighters in a row was not the best idea." She moaned. She sat up and shuffled into her small kitchen. She grabbed a tin full of tea leaves and prepared a cup of earl grey. Scanning the pantry she found a bag of English muffins and grabbed one from the bag. She spread a bit of butter on it and bit into the corner. She finished it and opened the door to get the paper. She walked back inside and flopped into an armchair. She unfolded the grey stacks of paper and read a medium sized article: Lydia Carlton Solves Another Mystery! Lydia gave a satisfied smile as she carefully folded up the paper and placed next to her cooling cup of tea.
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"Lydia Carlton." The name intrigued the young earl slightly. "It is quite unusual for a woman detective to get cases that are harder to solve than finding a missing person, much less the yard's discards." Ciel smiled mischievously, his eyes glowing a pinkish-red hue. "Sebastian." He called, "Yes my lord?" the black-clad butler asked. "Call Mr. Ravensmith and tell him to give her the easiest case on the register." He smirked. His demon senses told him that his new pawn would be a very interesting one.
