Friday, June 25, 2010

Chapter 9

S-After a bit more chatting Simon invited Sarah to tea at his house the following afternoon. Sarah also asked if Betsy and Poppy could come along too. Simon then bowed and said goodbye until the following day and sauntered down the lane. Sarah wasn't quite sure how she felt about this most recent development in the plot but rushed off to see what Betsy and the Scot had gotten up to. Hopefully not a lot. She left them with a chaperone after all!
B-Sarah arrived in the nick of time! The Scot was trying to hold Betsy's hand while earnestly telling her about how his heart was being ripped apart not knowing whether she shared his passion! Poppy was doing her best to separate them but she was only a little dog after all, and could only do so much. Betsy was trying to resist the urge to punch him in the jaw because she knew that she was supposed to get information out of him, but the thought was tempting. But as all of these things were happening, along comes Sarah practically skipping down the road. The Scot doesn't drop poor Betsy's hand but she manages to wriggle free, with the help of Poppy biting his ankles. Sarah stops as she sees what was going on. "What are you doing!?" cried Sarah. "That is my sister, thank you very much and it doesn't look like she gave consent for you to hold her hand!" Even though she knew Betsy was supposed to get him to like her she just couldn't help herself! That's her baby sister for heavens sake!
S-Sarah was beginning to suspect the Scot was up to more than he appeared. He had a villainous look about him. He is a stone mason after all. Aren't all masons villainous? His intentions toward Betsy certainly weren't honorable. All of that hand holding for goodness sakes. People might start to get the wrong idea. After they had completely extricated Betsy from his grasp they hurried down the road. Sarah shared her exciting news that they had be invited to tea by a very respectable nobleman. Betsy then had to remind Sarah that they had a murder to solve and that they didn't have time to go gallivanting around the countryside. "Oh stop your ninnying, honestly, we need a bit of fun," Sarah retorted.
B-"It does sound rather fun, I must admit" said Betsy. Since they were going to take the afternoon off, they decided that they should make some headway on the case before then. They thought of all the people who were involved... It was a little more difficult because they didn't know the townspeople very well. They talked to the deceased Popo's wife but she didn't know anything. She couldn't think of any enemies (that weren't in jail) so she wasn't much help at all. They were rather discouraged after that, so they went to visit the nice Apothecary man to see if he had anything helpful. While they were going up the steps they passed a nice old lady who said a cheery "Halloo!" and trotted off along the lane.
S-"Who the heck was that?" Sarah laughed, "There are way too many old people in this town." The girls walked down the rest of the road towards the apothecary. Just as the approached it they saw something strange off to the side of the road. It was a powder pink tea cosy lying all by its lonesome in the dirt. That's strange. The girls picked it up and put Poppy in it because she was looking chilly and moved on towards the apothecary.





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