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My Aunt. Chapter 19.

Date: 10/25/2014, Categories: First Time, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

pages until he found what he was looking for. "...around eleven, you said." He looked up for confirmation. "That's roight, Sir., the young maid replied. "And you, Son." He turned, next, to the soldier, "You looked for her about...?" "'bout six thirty, I suppose." He seemed to be thinking carefully.' Hmm... Maybe seven. Took about an hour an' half to dust off the car and garage it." "And you didn't find her..." Sergeant Morgan said half to himself, nodding with his hand on his chin. He looked up again. "Did you pass the coal store when you looked for her?" "Passed it, yes," Manston replied, "But I din't look inside, why would I?" "No, indeed not. Bethany. Was the door closed and locked when you went to get the coal?" "Closed, Sir, yes, but it ain't got no lock on it," she said, puzzled. "I see, so anyone could get in there at any time?" "Yes, Sir. It just 'as a latch.". Again, Sergeant Morgan consulted his pocket book. He rubbed his chin then looked up again and said, to no-one in particular: "Too many fingerprints on the latch to identify any single person. I haven't heard about the necklace yet though." "Necklace? What necklace?" Manston asked. "I found Maggie's necklace on the drive last night," I told him. It must have been pulled off when whoever killed her took her to the coal store." Manston frowned. "Maggie ain't got no necklace!" he exclaimed, "She 'ated things round 'er neck. Made 'er itch she always said." Sergeant Morgan suddenly became interested as I answered. ... "Oh. I asked Melissa and she said it wasn't hers." I turned to Lady Helen but didn't say anything for fear that she didn't want her domestic arrangements becoming public knowledge. "I don't recall having seen her wearing one," was all she replied. "How sure are you it wasn't Maggie's, Son?" the sergeant enquired. "Absolutely certain!" he replied. "She 'ated stuff like that, as I told you!" Before anything further was said the door opened. "Excuse me' Ma'am." It was Melissa who spoke. "There are some gentlemen here who would like to speak to Private Manston." "And who might these gentlemen be, Melissa?" As soon as the words had left Aunt Helen's lips, two serious looking soldiers entered the room without invitation. Their uniforms were immaculate and both wore caps with the peaks straight down in front of their eyes and a red band around. "Pardon the intrusion, Ma'am," the first of the two spoke sharply. He was wearing three chevrond on his sleeve, indicating his ramk of sergeant. He held his head upright and his jaw was pushed forwards as he saluted swiftly and smartly. Aunt Helen rose to her feet and I saw the strength return to her manner. "And, what, Sergeant, is so important that you have to enter my home and interrupt an important meeting, without you even waiting to be invited?" "Beg you pardon, Ma'am," The soldier repeated, "We are from the Military Police and we have been informed that you know the whereabouts of one Private Charles Manston." At that point Sergeant ...