Author's Note: I was ransacking my old files from school and came across this from a couple of years ago. It's based on "A Pack of Lies" by Geraldine McCaughrean and this is just a random extra chapter to it.
Disclaimer: I only own the story in the middle of it, everything else is by Geraldine McCaughrean.
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Chapter 9 2/4
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Ailsa stood, day-dreaming about the future while M.C.C sat on the chaise-longue reading a book called "Murder in the Mansion", Mrs Povey was standing beside the old, wooden chest in the corner, trying to look as though she was working. Mrs Povey nudged Ailsa and she looked as stunned as an owl when she saw a customer coming towards the door.
Two business men, who looked quite rich, walked into the shop and started speaking to M.C.C. "We're looking for an item of furniture for our friend's house-warming party."
"What type of house is it?" asked M.C.C.
"It is a large building, like one that a celebrity would own." "Oh…OK, how about this?"
M.C.C led them over to the oak wardrobe at the back of the shop, "That's very nice," said the younger of the two, "Yes, that's gorgeous!" exclaimed the other, poking at the gold handles like an ostrich at feeding time. "How much is it?"
"One hundred and seventy-eight pounds, delivery included."
"Would you like to know its history?" M.C.C wondered.
The older man replied, "If it isn't any trouble."
"Certainly not!"
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"Aaah! HELP!" The rest of the party rushed over to where Helena was shouting from.
When they arrived, they saw the owner of the house, Mr Bicks, was lying face down on the red, woollen carpet. Lying next to him was a small, sharp dagger with blood covering it. Mr Bicks had a stab wound right through his back and blood was pouring out of it like a volcano that was erupting. The police were there within the hour, even though the snow was heavier than ever, in small Scottish village. The police officer made everyone that was at the party, sit in the dining room. There were only five of them but it looked like a stampede of antelopes as they rushed to find a seat.
Helena Droke was the first to be questioned by Chief Inspector Lakely. "What's the party in aid of, Miss Droke?"
"It was James Bicks' house-warming party; he's only been here for two weeks and now this!" Tears poured down her whitened face."
"Thank you Miss Droke, we may have to talk to you again."
The next guest to be interviewed was Frank Bryar,
"Where were you at the time of the murder?"
"I was out in the back garden because I had a headache so I was getting some fresh air."
The other three guests, Mikey Bloom, Amy Storm and Gerard Toro, all had witnesses to prove where they were at the time of the crime.
They were going back to Helena to find out what she was doing at that time, when Sergeant Way noticed the oak wardrobe was slightly open, "Chief, what if Helena Droke had been hiding in the wardrobe and then she got out and stabbed him in the back? It's not big enough for Frank Bryar so it must have been Helena."
"Good work sergeant!"
Chief Inspector Lakely arrested Miss Helena Droke with murder. She admitted to it and she said that James Bicks had been blackmailing her because of a secret child whom he had found out about after reading a private letter addressed to her from her teenage love who was the father of the boy.
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"We must get that for the new house!" said the elder man.
"Obviously, it's got such a magnificent history!" the younger one replied. Ailsa and Mrs Povey looked at each other and smiled.
"That'll be one hundred and seventy-eight pounds, where should we deliver it to?"
"Deliver it to thirty Fielding Road, please."
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The End.