Chapter 3: A Tilt In The Painting.
Inspector Morris slowly wandered into the house. Glistening light shone into the room illuminating the table that sat in the hall. Overtop sat a painting almost leaning towards the onlooker. Morris’s steps echoed the halls. The floors aggravated with even the slightest pressure. Morris started to tip toe, worried he would fall through. After what felt like an eternity Morris found his way to Mrs Mosby’s bedroom. He 
had asked for everything to be left alone, and it was.
Iriston was his loyal assistant, he had been with him through thick and thin. “While we’re talking about the murder, did you notice the wonky painting in the hall,” Iriston said as he lit his cigar. “Actially I did, and I bet ya something fishy’s goin’ on behind it.” So both men walked back into the hall and found the painting. Iriston carefully picked up the frame and placed it on the floor. Mr Morris’s eyes widened as he reached inside the hole. The wall had been hollowed out! It wasn’t very deep. Mr Morris pulled out half a dozen door knobs. Mr Morris placed the knobs in a jar and handed them to Iriston. Only then did he notice that he hadn’t seen any knobs on Mrs Mosby’s dresser. The plot thickened as he found multiple letters, parcels, and paperclippings inside the dresser draws. Mr Morris knew who to question first!
Chapter 4: What she said.
Detective Morris was sharp. He knew a thing or two about the minds of murderers. He knew they were very good liars, so to find the culprit he had to find the liar! He had interrogated the Paper boy. Mr Dodgers told his story just the same as he had. The maid, covered in flour and blood. Even down to the details of his paperrun, the speedy corner and near death escape, the pond with young Miss Lee, the cookies and stories at the Shearls.
Morris had no trouble crossing Mr Dodgers off his list. Next was Miss Churchill, the maid. “Why was it that you were covered in flour, Miss Churchill?” Morris asked.
“Well I was lifting a big bag of flour into the kitchen, I couldn’t really see where I was going detective, and I ran into the sharp edge of the counter, I’m always hitting that on my way back from the pantry. Anyway, I hit the edge and the bag burst! I reached to find the hole and then dropped it. It exploded everywhere, but then I heard a scream, and then I heard silence. I ran upstairs and by the time I reached the bedroom there she was, dead on her dresser, an open window, and a frosty chill biting at my bare arms.” Miss Churchill shivered at the thought, it was true, this was a traumatising memory for Miss Churchill to have.
“Thank you Miss, I have just one more question, What did you say to Mr Dodgers when he arrived?” Miss Churchill thought for a moment, took a deep breath and began to speak.
“I said, ‘They killed her, they killed her Dodgers, she was putting on her nice jewellery and then I found her dead on her dresser!’, well at least that’s what I think I said.”
‘Damn it her story checks out, I guess this will be a harder case to solve than I thought.’
Inspector Morris would have to dig deeper!