As the investigator pondered over all the stuff that had happened in the last two hours, he realized something, everyone except himself, Ersébet, Brouwer, and Williams, where clear of suspicion, he then realized that it was around twelve at night, and he was dead tired, as he had spent all day pondering over murder, and, so, he went to sleep.

The next morning, Kirkland was even more fidgety then normal, Matthew was calmer then yesterday, and the Prussian was a bit more calm, but still wanted to beat Kirkland ip, for insulting Ersébet's intelligence, to which she replied, 'It's fine Gil, just calm down.' Of couse he did, but Kirkland was being a dick, so everyone wanted to hit him. They all gathered in the kitchen, Williams making pancakes, Kirkland making tea, Ersébet cooking up some Hungarian dish, Matterson didn't really now, eventually the food was done then they ate, the room filling with silence, a odd thing, considering the murder, but it was nice, having peace and quiet. Matterson watched, very, very, carefully, Kirkland seemed the type, but seemed to second guess himself, Williams had no motive, and seemed uncomfortable with murder, or just blood, Ersébet had nothing to lose, and nothing to gain by offing the aristocrat, Beilschmidt seemed not to care, and would have been the first suspect anyways, so he was out of the question, Lars seemed to be capable of killing, but he had no connection to Edelstein, so he settled on Kirkland, and tailed him, as silently as one can. Then, Kirkland turned, pulled out a pistol and leveled it with Stephen's chest, and he spoke, "Would you kindly stop following me, you Canadian idiot?" Matterson spoke next, "When you admit you killed Edelstein." CRACK! Matterson was falling, falling, and he was oh, so bitterly alone.

A/N: Here it is, the cliffhanger. Reveiw, it keeps Kirkland from Colditz.