The engineer's daughter, Hallie, looked out the window of the steam train.
She wore pants and a blouse, which was unsuitable for a lady of her age and
rank. All in all, she was glad to be leaving the dull countryside behind.
At the same time, Hallie was leaving her stalker behind.
He would come in to her room at night, unbutton her nightdress, and kiss her till she woke, screaming. Now, Hallie would be safe 100 miles away.
"Excuse me," a man with an obviously disguised voice asked at her compartment door. "But, is there a Hallie Kensington here?"
Hallie shivered and attempted not to show fear to the masked man. "I am her."
The man pulled something shiny from his belt. A knife. He plunged it into her neck before she had time to scream. Hallie's last thoughts were : "The stalker."
------------------------------later that day--------------------------------
Detective Josie Marsh was on the case. "I want all details."
The policeman took a breath before starting. " Name: Hallie Kensinton, daughter of engineer, Richard Kensington. She was seventeen and quite pretty by today's standards."
Josie interrupted. "Physical description please."
"Blond hair, green eyes, 5 foot 11, 134.2 pounds."
"Neighborhood."
"Countryside. She lived with her father, but after continuous complaint of a stalker who would… well, you don't need to know that. Well, after complaints, her father decided to ship her off to her aunt's house."
Josie whistled. "Poor kid. Sorry, sir, continue."
The policeman nodded. "There is no mother, but a butler who had easy access to Hallie's room. There are no other homesteads within the next twenty miles."
Josie nodded thoughtfully and pushed a strand of curly black hair behind her ear. "I know she was murdered on the train with a knife, a well-made one with an ivory handle. There was no company name so it must have been custom made."
"Yes'm."
"I'm going to check the place out." Josie said as she banged her fist upon the table.
---------------------------the next day------------------------
Josie had a thorough investigation of the house and was on a stroll about the grounds when she came upon an old barn.
Of course, it was locked, but every good detective is able to pick a lock with a hair pin. Once inside, she looked about. One stack of hay seemed quite trampled on, as if people frequently climbed over it.
Josie followed the trail, her hazel eyes watchful. "Strange." She muttered to herself.
Suddenly, the trail just ended. There was no place it could go.
Josie had no idea what to do. She was thoroughly puzzled, which is hard for a detective to do. Tentatively, she took a step forward. Then another.
The ground gave way, and with a shower of hay, Josie fell nearly two stories before she hit ground. It was then that she lost consciousness. Had she not, she would have heard the low chuckle and the "What have we here?"
Now, it was a case for Sherlock Holmes.
He would come in to her room at night, unbutton her nightdress, and kiss her till she woke, screaming. Now, Hallie would be safe 100 miles away.
"Excuse me," a man with an obviously disguised voice asked at her compartment door. "But, is there a Hallie Kensington here?"
Hallie shivered and attempted not to show fear to the masked man. "I am her."
The man pulled something shiny from his belt. A knife. He plunged it into her neck before she had time to scream. Hallie's last thoughts were : "The stalker."
------------------------------later that day--------------------------------
Detective Josie Marsh was on the case. "I want all details."
The policeman took a breath before starting. " Name: Hallie Kensinton, daughter of engineer, Richard Kensington. She was seventeen and quite pretty by today's standards."
Josie interrupted. "Physical description please."
"Blond hair, green eyes, 5 foot 11, 134.2 pounds."
"Neighborhood."
"Countryside. She lived with her father, but after continuous complaint of a stalker who would… well, you don't need to know that. Well, after complaints, her father decided to ship her off to her aunt's house."
Josie whistled. "Poor kid. Sorry, sir, continue."
The policeman nodded. "There is no mother, but a butler who had easy access to Hallie's room. There are no other homesteads within the next twenty miles."
Josie nodded thoughtfully and pushed a strand of curly black hair behind her ear. "I know she was murdered on the train with a knife, a well-made one with an ivory handle. There was no company name so it must have been custom made."
"Yes'm."
"I'm going to check the place out." Josie said as she banged her fist upon the table.
---------------------------the next day------------------------
Josie had a thorough investigation of the house and was on a stroll about the grounds when she came upon an old barn.
Of course, it was locked, but every good detective is able to pick a lock with a hair pin. Once inside, she looked about. One stack of hay seemed quite trampled on, as if people frequently climbed over it.
Josie followed the trail, her hazel eyes watchful. "Strange." She muttered to herself.
Suddenly, the trail just ended. There was no place it could go.
Josie had no idea what to do. She was thoroughly puzzled, which is hard for a detective to do. Tentatively, she took a step forward. Then another.
The ground gave way, and with a shower of hay, Josie fell nearly two stories before she hit ground. It was then that she lost consciousness. Had she not, she would have heard the low chuckle and the "What have we here?"
Now, it was a case for Sherlock Holmes.