Act - 1.. Murderess

Chapter 1

Sometimes at night, these walls whisper to me, MURDER! It must be because I have been an inmate here for 10 years as it stands and they must become accustomed to my presence. I sometimes wonder what they have told of me. What have they written of me? Perhaps the Coppers have informed me what is out there about myself, it must be that I am a danger to them as the blood had painted my hands when I was just a young girl. I go back into my life, and I address myself in the noblest of manner if you have the urge to finish what I am fated to write."

It was the last day of July when a lawyer from America Mr. Garret had tumbled upon the case of a woman who had the convict of murder, the fading blood that was left by her, he was indulged by the authorities to have his presence at the great London, as the train proceeded to the way of the weary pilgrims of the London pavement, he was convicted to look out the window, the dull evening was with the London's heaviest breeze. The train ceased and the trees at the quiet ridges of the heath were still shaking its wing. His presence was already asked by the Earl of the great London and to meet his higher man at a nice restaurant and as he looked straight upon, he found a chaise for himself. The peculiarity of the case was prudence in his surprise and there was no knowledge of what he was acquainted to do in this regard. The chaise had stopped its wheels and Mr. Garret had given his well wishes to the chaise handler. The restaurant was shining with the chandeliers and the odor of the gentlemen was evident. He spotted a nice gentleman proceeding towards him.

"Ah, American friend, I must welcome you to our great town," said Mr. Burton. Mr. Garret found him to be a most prepossessing man. He looked rather older than what Mr. Garret had expected perhaps regarding the manner of appearance.

"I must seek your forgiveness as I asked your presence here when you are exhausted from your trip, come have a seat, and have a meal with me,"

"Oh no, I am tired in no way, you must be Mr. Burton,"

"Indeed, I am," replied Burton.

"Well, it is my honour to meet you, Mr. Burton but our gentle addresses can wait, I have some questions that has writhed me to core, so you must provide satisfactory to questions, Personally in my own experience, what is there to do for me in this case?"

Mr. Burton instantly suspended his employment. The hand holding the damn forks with which he was obliged himself to asunder the chicken dropped to the plate, and the other hand held firmly to serviette and freed his neck from the white sheet.

"The blood had painted my hands when I thought of myself, perhaps she has already avowed her judicial crimes, what is left of my work to be used?"

"We must talk business before the meal, shall we?" he smiled and rang the bell. A servant had appeared with the bulk of letters confined in his hands, Mr. Burton leered at the letters.

"Quite a work for you, these letters are not anonymous but written by her own self, she had demanded it should be delivered safely to you, I must confess I was surprised as to how intelligible you are among the women," Mr. Burton laughed though looked very discomposed.

"I think I must confess what I have concealed upon myself, there is not the shadow of a doubt of her actions, the only mystery that remains is her motive, some have identified her as a demon concealed onto herself, some that she is too ignorant to know how to act, that she was forced against her will and in danger of her life to endeavoured the vile actions, perhaps sometimes I wonder how can she be a lot of different things at once?"

Mr. Garret sat still, dispersed onto his thoughts, he listened to Burton from beginning to end, With free from his anxiety and henceforth he couldn't asunder the reason for her to mention the name of him if he had never blotted the face of her.

"Should you tell me where she is at the current time? In an asylum you said?"

"Ah yes, in an asylum, she has not been acquainted with any man's insolence, and for the reason to confine her in an asylum is that she has been behaving quite a fancy way, though our doctors had advised her to have her into it, I can't let you see her as she lacks tranquility at her wretched state,"

"I understand, I suppose you have no answer of why she mentioned me, infact, this is the question that made great trouble for me, I have never seen her which forced me to take this case under my authority,"

Burton nodded and smiled at Garret though a sense of dismay was evident on Burton's face. Garret felt no need to speak further.

"You have given me the satisfactory here, I must move and atone to this work," Mr. Garret rose. "There should be a place for my sojourn I suppose?"

"Ah yes, a chaise has been waiting for you patiently, but if you have the essence of time then Perhaps you can join me in my feeding?"

"I will let your offer surpass me, I must assign my attention to the assignment and see the unforeseen necessity that compels me to find the motives for her,"

Mr. Burton did nothing but hewed a smile at him, Mr. Garret descended the steps and Walked aside a few maids. The chaise had stayed in its own place and as he went inside, it moved with the utter perfection of balance, though the letter had the aroma of forlorn as it was rested on his palm, he tumbled upon the choice of reading it.