Chapter 9
Jane Farrar
Farrar paced in her stuy. Countless amounts of paperwork lay strewn around her study. Her desk--which was also covered in stacks and piles of papers. It was hardly visable--was placed inside one large penticle. The smaller ones--there were five of them--had scorch marks in them. They had been used many times in the past.
Farrar's study had no windows, vents, or anything else that could allow light into the room--with the execption of her door. The walls and ceiling were painted dark blue in color. The carpet was a slightly lighter shade. The desk had been situated in the far corner, opposite the doorway.
Farrar stopped pacing. Something didn't add up. How could Mr. Button have been murdered like that? The only possible creature that could do something like that was a werewolf. But all of her wolves had been checked and accounted for they night prior and after the attack. So what exactly killed Mr. Button? It couldn't have been an afrit or madrid. They would leave some sort of magical trail behind. There were no traces of magic left. It couldn't have been something very strong--there were little or no damages. So it couldn't have been a break-in, either. What creature could have possibly done this?
But wait, Kitty had said Mr. Button would summon demons to benifit himself. Hoever, later investigations of his body showed that he had a lame leg. How could he have bent down to draw the penticle--perfectly, as it was required--when one leg was missing from the knee down? He needed someone else to draw it for him.
Kitty was the only possible suspect. She was the only apprentince he had. But she couldn't draw a penticle. She was a commoner. Commoners were incapeable of drawing one correctly, right? Farrar had honestly never thought of such an event before. She couldn't possibly summon somthing, right? But if one could draw a penticle and learned the proper languages...Could Kitty summon a demon? Farrar shrugged off the subject. It was impossible. No commoner could summon an demon.
Farrar sighed and shook her head. Things just didn't add up. Never in her carrer as a magician or a Police Chief had she seen something like this. She had never heard of such a horrible crime. She had never come across a creature in her studies that was likely to kill in such as manner as this. The only creature strong-yet subtle enough-to do this was a werewolf. But the possibility had already been ruled out. All of her wolves had been acounted for that night.
Wait, what about a wolf-to-be? Had one of them lost control and gone on a frenzy, attacking Mr. Button? Farrar shook her head. All of them had been acounted for as well.
So that again led to the question. Who-or what-was responsible for killing Mr. Button? Farrar promised herself she'd figure it out. It was the most interesting case ever. She wouldn't let it go until it was solved and the criminal was locked away, tight. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
There it is, chapter 9! And sooner then I promised! I feel so happy! And I'm sure my fans are, too! Oh, and if anyone seems interested, I wrote a OneShot, called I Never Understood Why. It's a sort of letter from Bartimeus to Ptolemy. Enjoy!
Oh yeah, and Bartimaues is next!