Darkness haunted the small room, and a dim light gloved in the corner as shadows danced menacingly on the wall opposite the roaring fire. A stench of rot floated in the air. All was silent.
The harsh menacing face of the detective inspected the suspects individually waiting for something only known to him. They twitched uneasily like puppets on a string, for among them was a murder. The detective walked past each of the nervous suspects, staring into each one’s terrified eyes. His old fashioned shoes creaked and echoed on the wooden floor throughout the room as he walked up the line slowly.
There was a knock on the ancient door and a man followed by a policeman entered. The first man was short and stocky he quickly looked round the room as if to check it was safe, then scuttled over to the detective and spoke to him quickly but very quietly, so that none of the others in the room could hear. As he spoke his eyes wondered around the room and he waved his hands up and down as if he was talking with them instead of his mouth. The tall man walked in slowly and shut the creaking door behind him.He stood in front of it with his hands behind his back, he looked at all of us, then at the two men. All of a sudden, the tattered window flew open letting in the cold wind from outside. The short man jumped and the tall man shuddered and walked over to it to shut it. As he did, I heard the short man say to the other detective” anyway we know which one it is! “.
He turned round and looked at the line of suspects His eyes locked with mine and stared at me for what seemed like hours. My heart skipped a bit and I began to sweat. It couldn’t be me! I hadn’t done anything wrong!But someone had. A body lay in a pool of red, upstairs was the body of Mrs Wood, as the warm crimson blood oozed into the carpet, the police searched throughout the grand hotel for clues or evidence. But there wasn’t any, the murderer had been clever. “We know who did” announced the police inspector. I looked down the line at the faces of the suspects; none of them looked like murders ” I am going to interview everyone of you privately, we’ll start with you” He pointed at me and my heart jumped. The others were lead outside by the two policemen and I was left alone.
The inspector stayed calm and quiet as he stared at me. The silence was deafening and it seemed as if he was reading every thought in my mind. I couldn’t handle it anymore and was about to confess everything. Mr Wood had told me that it wasn’t a crime, she was going to die anyway, “you’re not doing anything wrong.
” Those were the words he had told me and I believe him. “Where were you last night? ” The inspector’s harsh voice brought me back to reality. “I had dinner at 8, then went to Mr Wood’s office, then I went to bed. “”Did you get up during the night at all? “No” “Are you sure? ” “I went back to Mr wood’s office at 1” “Why? ” “He told me to meet him there. ” “Where was Mrs Wood? ” “In the red room” “What did Mr Wood want? ” The flew open and the tall policeman ran in : “We think we’ve found the weapon” The inspector followed the policeman out and I was left on my own.
The coldness engulfed me and I got up to leave, the light from the fire in to the room next door looked inviting, I shivered and walked towards the door. Just then, the light was blocked by Mr Wood’s frail body standing in to doorway.What did you tell them? ” his old, croaky voice filled the room “That I went to your office at 1” He rushed in and shut the door, he walked close to me and for the first time I felt scared of him. “Did you tell anything else? ” I could smell his musty breath, I took a step backwards. “No” “He hasn’t finished with you, he’ll come back, but he won’t say anything yet to the other policemen. He has to be stopped” I looked him in the eyes, he had the same menacing look as he had the night before, when he described how I would kill Mrs.
Wood. “You tricked me, you told me I wasn’t doing anything wrong” I shouted at Mr Wood. “You didn’t, I wanted her dead. ” He smiled triumphantly. Tears welled in my eyes and I ran out of the room, I packed my small bag and ran as fast as I could out of the hotel, down the long drive into the cold night. The next day the inspector was found dead lying in a pool of red in the dining room, he was murdered the same way as Mrs.
Wood had been. Mr Wood killed him, but I was the prime suspect.