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Conversation Revelations!! – Snifty Clue Post 16/08/18
In the immaculately tidy kitchen, Lady Van Schlumph was talking to the owner, Ms Cooper.
“You never liked him either did you, Ms Cooper?”
“No, Lady Van Schlumph, I did not. I know you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, but that man was a monster and the world’s a much better place without him.”
“I couldn’t agree more. What makes you say that though? I hate him because I think he killed my poor sister Abigail, who was his first wife. Why should you hate him?”
“Why? Because of what he did to my Daddy” For a moment her face changed, she was no longer the grim, tall, austere woman. A childish expression came upon her face as she picked up a knife and cut the head off a herring. It is said that young children cannot feel complex emotions. It is pure love or pure hate. The latter was plain on Ms Cooper’s face.
“My Father was a businessman. We were quite well off then and lived in Chelsea. Then my father went into partnership with Charles Maxwell-Murdoch. They started a new company to do with exports. The venture failed but before it did Charles Maxwell-Murdoch managed to offload all his shares onto my Father. We lost everything and my Father shot himself.” Her face returned to its usual blank sombreness and she continued cleaning out the herring, scraping fish guts into the sink. “Why were you so sure he killed your Sister? She was ill, wasn’t she? That’s what I heard.”
“Yes, she’d had influenza and pneumonia, that’s why they engaged a nurse, but she was getting better. I spoke to her a couple of days before on the telephone. She told me that she thought her husband was poisoning her. I told that to Inspector Kruseau.”
“Did you? I don’t suppose you knew what happened to the nurse?”
Lady Van Schlumph stood with one hand on the kitchen door ready to leave. She looked back at Ms Cooper and said. “Three weeks later, she married him and became the second Mrs Maxwell-Murdoch. As well you know, for you were the Cook. I thought I recognised you, my eyes not being what they should be, it took a while, but I know now.”
She opened the door and swept out of the kitchen leaving Ms Cooper standing there with a paring knife in her hand and the oddest expression on her face.
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