Accepting a job with mystery writer, Bradley Guest; I
scolded myself for shivering when I saw his home Castle Cronin. It was
positively gothic with turrets, and gargoyles overlooking the front door. The
door opened and Bradley ushered me in and talking about my duties as secretary.
A phone call made him leave the room.
“You should get out while you can. He’s a very bad man,” the
housekeeper said.
“I need the job if I find I don’t like this job I’ll leave
tonight.”
“Oh, you’ll leave tonight. Listen I am an old woman and he’s
rather fond of me, so I’m safe; but a young woman like you is not.”
“Why are you trying to scare me away?”
“It’s for your own good. It’s too late he’s coming back. Don’t
say I didn’t warn you,” the housekeeper said leaving as quickly as she came.
“Was that my housekeeper?”
“Yes.” I answered.
“Did she tell you to leave?”
I nodded.
“I’m sorry. She’s actually my possessive old nanny. You
don’t want to leave now, do you?”
“No, I said and followed him to his study.
“Sometimes I act out the plots in my books. I hope that
isn’t a problem.”
“No, of course not.”
That’s how I found myself pretending to be the murder
victim. Unfortunately for me it was only pretense on my part. Nanny asked where
they’d hide this body. As I lay there dying from a knife wound, I wondered why
didn’t I listen to nanny?
©Sheilagh Lee July 11, 2018
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