Entry #21
July 3rd 1895
On the eve of July 2nd 1895, Lady Annabel Comstock was murdered in her room. It is strange to think of the woman as dead. I rarely saw her, and the few times I did talk to her she was quite hostile towards me. I can not say that I am happy she is gone, yet I can not claim I am saddened by her passing. Mr. Comstock has gone to great lengths to mourn his death wife. A new exhibit at the Hall of Heroes museum has opened to honor her past. She had also been sealed in an airtight glass casket, and her body is on display in the Emporia graveyard. Hundreds of Colombian citizens lined up to pay their respects. She is getting more attention in death than I ever have during my career.
In addition, her death means that the child, Elizabeth, is to remain permanently in our care. Mr. Comstock assures me that he would have a suitable home for the child soon enough. I hope he will find new nannies as well; my brother and I are physicists, not babysitters.
- Rosalind Lutece