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The Depressed Lady

Novel By: declan mckimm
Mystery and crime



"I was intrigued the whole way through"
"This is a first-rate murder mystery"
"This is bloody brilliant!"

In my fourth (and personal favourite) whodunit, two students crash their car and are forced to stay in the mansion of an extremely wealthy woman. Then, the woman is murdered, and it is up to the students to figure out who the murderer is before they strike again. However, it is not as simple as that as they uncover some terrible secrets...
If you are interested in murder, and you love a mind-boggling puzzle, this novel is the mystery for you! View table of contents...


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Submitted:Apr 25, 2012    Reads: 22    Comments: 4    Likes: 5   


Chapter 4

The night soon arrived, and Victoria and I surprisingly found ourselves getting bored, so we decided to get some supper and go to bed. We did not want anything big for supper, so we decided to get some fruit from the kitchen.

When we went into the kitchen, we saw Margaret, frustrated with her work, and she was almost crying. I felt sorry for her, as she had been resorted to this. Both Victoria and I had came from reasonably privileged backgrounds, so we had never experienced first-hand what it must have been like for these people to have to find a terrible job working for strange people in the middle of nowhere, and for so long. I felt sorry for Margaret, although I did not want to show it.

"Do you need some help with this?" asked Victoria.

"No, I'm fine", replied Margaret, sniffing a couple of times.

"No, really. I feel guilty staying here and doing nothing in return. The least I can do is the dishes. You sit down for a while", replied a kind Victoria.

"I've had some bad news", replied Margaret, sitting down.

"What?" I asked her, automatically intrigued by this bad news.

"I think you'd better see for yourself", said Margaret, pointing to the stairs.

I went upstairs, leaving Victoria to help Margaret clean up. When I got to the top of the stairs, I heard John and Miss Douthwaite arguing with Lady Violet.

"Why can't we work here for another year?" cried Miss Douthwaite, with desperation in her voice.

"I'm sorry", said Violet, "but I want some young people in here. I can't cope with old staff round here any longer. I want jobs done quicker".

"That's discrimination!" yelled John.

"Call it what you want. I decide what happens in this house!"

"You are evil!" yelled Miss Douthwaite, "after all of the things we did for you, and what do we get in return?"

"I gave you a house to live in for fifteen years! The pair of you! I didn't have to, but I gave you a home!"

"Where are we going to live now?" said John.

"I paid you well. I'm sure you have enough money to get a house", replied Violet, showing absoloutely no sympathy whatsoever.

"And you're going to sack the gardener too?"

"Oh, him? Yes...yes I am".

"I don't believe this. We made your house what it is today!" cried John. He scared me slightly, because ever since he arrived, he had never shown any emotion or any side to his personality, but now it was all exploding out. I thought that he was going to hit Violet at that moment.

"I think you'll find my grandfather did that", replied Violet, who was becoming less interested in the conversation.

"You are going to regret this!" John and Miss Douthwaite both screamed together.

It was a shock for me to hear that conversation. How could she be so evil? I then realised how Margaret was feeling, so I went downstairs again to console her.

"I just can't believe she would do this!" cried Margaret, "she didn't seem like the type of woman to do such a horrible thing!"

"You can retire now, anyway", replied Victoria.

"I'm not even sixty yet!" yelled Margaret, walking away, realising that she would not get a descent pension.

I did not know where she went because Victoria and I did not follow her, but I suspected something was up with her; she was not in the correct state of mind. I thought about how horrid Violet had been. Why would she just randomly fire three of her staff? Then I thought about Amos. I wondered if he knew about it. That made it four staff fired. There was something wrong - I just knew it.

In fact, there was something wrong that night, because later that night, something even worse happened. It shocked me terribly. I knew something was wrong, but I could not guess what would happen next.

I was in bed at the time, but because my bedroom was next door to the upstairs lounge where Violet, Mary and Tim were having drinks, I decided to listen in to their conversation to see what else I could find out about these people.

"I need some Blue Nun", said Violet, calling John over.

Forgetting that she had fired John, it was unlikely that he would respond, so Violet noticed this after several seconds, so she went into the basement where the wine cellar was herself to look for some more Blue Nun.

It was then when it happened. Lying in my bed, where I could hear a fly land on the wall, I was suddenly frightened by a loud scream which came from downstairs. I got up and ran to where I heard this ghastly noise.

When I arrived in the basement, I saw that everybody who lived here, apart from Amos, were there before me. Victoria was stood at the bottom of the stairs, and in front of her were John, Margaret, Mary and Tim, all staring at two people: Miss Douthwaite and Violet. Miss Douthwaite was kneeling down, with her fingers pressed against the neck of Violet's motionless body. After a few seconds of silence, it was clear to me that Violet was dead, and because of the knife in the back of her neck, I knew that she had been murdered by someone I had met that day.





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