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I grew bored with zombie girl....
Dec. 9th, 2008 08:39 pmHis lanky body leaned over, nose sniffing the corpse's clothes.
"Aha! Just as I suspected--almonds! This man has been poisoned with cyanide," he paused for dramatic effect. There was a general murmuring in the direction of the servants, no doubt as the villain thought to himself, 'Curses, I've been foiled again!'
A petite woman with her hair neatly pulled back in a bun and looking vaguely like someone known familiarly to children as Grandmum stepped forward. Though all expectations and manuals stated quite emphatically that the butler, no matter how old and decrepit, was always the culprit, they also said to exclude no one from the investigations. Even if they did look like they had a small, cozy cottage in the corner of a field filled with hand-towels with cows embroidered on them.
"So it was you," he said grimly, pushing aside the small voice in the back of his mind telling him to mind his manners with elders.
"Yes, sir," the woman said, shifting. "I made almond tarts this afternoon. Mr. Pumpernin loved them with a cup of tea."
"Oh." He deflated somewhat, then brightened as a thought occurred to him. "But perhaps there was poison in the almond tarts?"
"That would be right clever, wouldn't it now, sir!" the woman beamed. "I'da never thought of that meself. Generally just stick to some almond extract and a pinch of vanilla."
"Really?" His lanky spine straightened and lean hands tugged on the bottom of his suit jacket. "Well. I shall have to examine these almond tarts. Possibly all of the kitchen. Including some hot cocoa."
"Mr. Pumpernin never drank hot cocoa, sir," the woman said doubtfully.
"No, the last was for me. I adore it with almonds."
As they strode towards the general direction of the kitchen, their voices could be heard, faintly discussing whether the title The Devillishly Fiendish Case of the Cyanide Poisoner or The Somewhat Puzzling but Delicious Case of the Almond Tarts That May Have Contained Cyanide and Are Excellent With Hot Cocoa would be more appropriate for his future novel.
"Aha! Just as I suspected--almonds! This man has been poisoned with cyanide," he paused for dramatic effect. There was a general murmuring in the direction of the servants, no doubt as the villain thought to himself, 'Curses, I've been foiled again!'
A petite woman with her hair neatly pulled back in a bun and looking vaguely like someone known familiarly to children as Grandmum stepped forward. Though all expectations and manuals stated quite emphatically that the butler, no matter how old and decrepit, was always the culprit, they also said to exclude no one from the investigations. Even if they did look like they had a small, cozy cottage in the corner of a field filled with hand-towels with cows embroidered on them.
"So it was you," he said grimly, pushing aside the small voice in the back of his mind telling him to mind his manners with elders.
"Yes, sir," the woman said, shifting. "I made almond tarts this afternoon. Mr. Pumpernin loved them with a cup of tea."
"Oh." He deflated somewhat, then brightened as a thought occurred to him. "But perhaps there was poison in the almond tarts?"
"That would be right clever, wouldn't it now, sir!" the woman beamed. "I'da never thought of that meself. Generally just stick to some almond extract and a pinch of vanilla."
"Really?" His lanky spine straightened and lean hands tugged on the bottom of his suit jacket. "Well. I shall have to examine these almond tarts. Possibly all of the kitchen. Including some hot cocoa."
"Mr. Pumpernin never drank hot cocoa, sir," the woman said doubtfully.
"No, the last was for me. I adore it with almonds."
As they strode towards the general direction of the kitchen, their voices could be heard, faintly discussing whether the title The Devillishly Fiendish Case of the Cyanide Poisoner or The Somewhat Puzzling but Delicious Case of the Almond Tarts That May Have Contained Cyanide and Are Excellent With Hot Cocoa would be more appropriate for his future novel.
