CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR (Not Jail)

I felt her wet nose stick on my legs. She held onto the tip of my trouser while burying her face on my feet. At that point i felt compassionate, i felt like lifting her up and telling her that it was alright. But remembering the evil plot she and Catherine has plotted harden my heart again. I shifted from her and looked up to the other chief. I wanted to know if there was anyone among them that help her out.

“Who was with her when she poisoned the food.?” i throw the question on the air, they shrug one after the other and turned in suspicion to one of the chefs. I looked at the four of them carefully, trying to identify any form of fear around them. “Who?” I shouted, this time with a tighten face.

I was about intimidating them, when three men with an irregular pattern of cloth came in. They wore black trousers with a white shirt tuck in, the black tie around their neck was not too long, long enough to be allowed in a church choir department. The distinctive different between them and