Investigator

The cold morning of the English capital could be felt in all aspects, a funeral procession was followed by many people, the youngest daughter of the Earl of Winchester was to be buried, the family crypt, large, gloomy and cold, would be the last resting place of Willemina Winchester, her loved ones were preparing to say goodbye, just a few months ago their mother passed away from a heart attack, leaving the sisters heartbroken.

The pain that Elizabeth felt, could not be described in words, her little sister, Willy, would never see her again with her beautiful sky blue eyes; the men dressed in black lowered the glass coffin, and she led her into the crypt, she would soon have to leave her in the coldness of that place.

I promise you, Willy, I swear, I will find that person who killed you- Elizabeth said with tears in her eyes- I will make him pay, I will not rest until I see him sunk in jail paying for your death- the woman wiped her eyes with a violent movement with the handkerchief that had been offered by her fiancé, she should no longer cry

The Winchesters' chaplain spoke about life after death, that pure souls like Willemina's went directly to heaven, to enjoy the presence of their father, when the moment of cruel farewell came, her father, who had stood firm, when he saw that his daughter was put in that crypt, he could not help but utter a cry of pain, which was so heartbreaking that those present got goose bumps.

Those present left the cemetery, the rain falling cold on the Winchesters and Elizabeth's boyfriend, Robert, who held the arm of his beloved Betsy.

We have to go, my dear- said Robert- you nurses if you continue under this storm, you same Earl of Winchester, come on, I'll take you home- Elizabeth nodded and wiped her last tears, Lord Winchester walked with a slow and solemn step, a part of his heart had remained in that cold grave that at that time was being bathed by the rain of the cold and frozen autumn of the London capital.

At the Winchesters' mansion, Elizabeth was in charge of putting her father to bed and checking that he had a hot brick on his feet and that he drank an herbal infusion accompanied by twelve-year-old whiskey, all this to prevent him from contracting a cold from having remained in the rain during Willemina's service.

Now he will try to sleep, father, he has been awake for many hours, since what happened- Elizabeth spoke, as she arranged the feather covers over her father- have all your tea and father, I love him with all my heart- she gave him a kiss on the in front of his father, who nodded, his eldest daughter, took care of him as if he were the son and she the mother, she would very soon marry Sir Robert Jones, she hoped that she would be immensely happy with that good man who loved her since she was a girl.

You should still rest, Beth- said the father from the bed- you are pale and I fear, my little one, that you have not eaten a bite in hours, please, you have to take care of yourself, you are the only thing I have left, well, you and that good man whom you have chosen as a life partner, you must marry, we will have a small reception to entertain you and him- Lord Winchester spoke from his bed.

I will, father, I will go to eat something, but I must first make sure that you, are already asleep, Robert is saying goodbye to the last people who came to give us condolences- Elizabeth spoke as she closed the heavy dark green velvet curtains, Lord Winchester he was overcome by sleep and pain, so he finally fell into a deep sleep.

Elizabeth left the room with a heavy heart, her father despite the pain of losing Willy, kept thinking about her nuptials with Robert, her dear fiancé, he was in the living room saying goodbye to the people at the funeral home .

He has finally fallen asleep, he had not been able to do it, you know since they told us about Willy- when he said his sister's name, his voice faltered and he had to hold back his tears- I don't understand Robert, I really can't understand, do you? Who could have hated Willy so much to do this to him? -The girl sat on the small armchair in the living room-Sir Robert Jones, knelt in front of her with one of her large hands, her small ones.

My beloved Betsy- he said with a moved voice, he loved his beautiful and gentle fiancée madly, just a year ago, they had been in the same place, in the same position, when he asked her to be his wife, and she with a resplendent smile had given an affirmative answer; Now he was trying to comfort her for the loss of her beloved little sister-she cries everything, there is a lot of evil in the world, and unfortunately Willemina was a victim of her, I put everything in my power, to be able to discover what

Who did that irreparable damage, and prevent other people from being victims of that being- the man lovingly kissed her hands.

One of the maids entered the living room - Miss Elizabeth, Sir Harry Macmillan is at the door, he told me he was a detective from Scottland Yard, he wants to see if you can receive him, he wants to offer his condolences and talk about young Miss Willy- spoke the woman with affected voice- should I let him in ?, or ask him to come back tomorrow- spoke Fiona.

Let him in, Fiona, Sir Jones and I will receive him in this place, on behalf of my father- Elizabeth spoke and turned to see her fiancé- Scottland Yard? -I look at him confused- I thought the nightmare was over- the girl looked confused, but she got up from the seat to receive Sir Harry Macmillan, who entered the room dressed in mourning clothes.

Sir Harry was a man in his forties, with dark brown hair and a padlock-shaped beard, his eyes were black as night, but if you looked closely you could see the goodness in them; The man entered the Winchesters' drawing room where Lady Elizabeth and Sir Jones were waiting.

Good evening, I am Harry Macmillan and I have come to lend my support in finding the midnight killer ...