"So, uh, Mr.-" Colonel Tell started.

"Dempsey. William Dempsey."

"Mr. Dempsey, what was your relationship with Miss Alice?"

Colonel Tell was the law in that part of town, so it was his job to investigate this unfortunate happenstance.

"To tell you the truth, Colonel, I didn't like her very much. Not that I'd want to kill her or anything," William reassured him hurriedly.

"Does her death effect you?"

"Well it's terrible that she died, but personally? No, it doesn't. She was quite pushy at times."

"Where were you at the time of the murder?"

"I was in my room Sir, going over some last minute details on my Uncle's plan for the week."

"Is there anyone to confirm this?"

"Yes, Lucy, our maid. She came in and asked me if I'd like my sheets changed."

       "Miss Capri, Mr. William Dempsey says that you asked him if he wanted his sheets changed?" Colonel Tell asked Lucy.

"Yes sir."

"What time was that?"

"Around 11 sir."

"Did you know Miss Alice?" The Colonel inquired.

"Yes I did sir."

"And what was your opinion of her?"

"Easily one of the best maids that worked here," she told him honestly.

"A bit pushy, but still, very nice."

"Thank you Miss Capri."

              "Lady Edith, what was your opinion of Miss Alice?"

Lady Edith exaggerated her sadness immensely and took a minute to answer.

"I couldn't really say Colonel," she moped.

"I never really knew her very well. All I know is that I can't understand why anyone would want...Would want to...To kill her."

Lady Edith pulled out her handkerchief and wiped her eyes, doing a terrible job at acting. Colonel Tell rolled his eyes and finished writing down what she had said. He decided he'd ask her where she was had been at the time of the murder later on.

         "Mr. Matthews, what was your opinion of Miss Alice?" The Colonel asked, rubbing his temples.

"Um, I can't really say, sir. I never really knew her. I guess she was just as nice as any of the other maids. She did her job and never complained," George answered truthfully.

"Alright. Where were you at the time of the murder?"

"I was in the garden when I heard shouts."

"Very well. Thank you Mr. Matthews."

              "Countess, I understand that you were with Lt. Davie Matthews at the time of the murder, but I hope you don't mind if I ask you a few questions?" The Colonel asked Kathleen.

Kathleen smiled and nodded saying, "You're only doing your job. Fire away!"

Davie, who was walking by the room, just happened to look in through the open door and heard her talking to the Colonel. For some reason, something seemed out of place. What she said was perfectly normal, but for some it didn't seem...Normal.

Then both the Colonel and the Countess lowered the voices so that all Davie could hear was mumbling and couldn't make out what they were saying.

After a few seconds they went back to normal talking again. Davie felt bad for eve's dropping and started to walk back down the hall, but for some reason something wouldn't stop nagging at him. There was something different about the Countess...But what?

          "So what did the Colonel ask you?" Davie asked the Countess as they sat around in the parlor.

"Not much. He was just wondering where I was and what I thought of Alice. I hear that's what he asked everyone else."

Davie nodded slowly and poured himself a glass of brandy, staring out the window at the garden.

"Why?" Kathleen asked.

"Hmm...? Oh, no reason. Just curious."

It wasn't a lie, it just wasn't the whole truth.

"So what's it like being a Countess?" He asked, sitting down in the chair across from Kathleen.

"Um, normal, I guess. Back home I never really went into town so I was around the same people all the time. People who were use to me," she answered, looking curiously at Davie.

"Must be nice to live in a Castle all the time."

"Not particularly. Believe it or not, you have more privacy in a small house then you do in a huge Castle."

"How so?"

"In a Castle you have tons of Soldiers, Lords, Ladies, Dukes, and so on. You also have maids, and butlers. The only private place really is your own bedroom, even that isn't sometimes."

Davie nodded and stared into the fire dreamily, turning over his thoughts.

"Why do you ask?"

Davie kept staring into the fire.

"Davie!" Kathleen said, a bit louder this time.

"Hmm...? Yes? What?"

The Countess stared at him for a minute, then stood up and paced the room.

"Never mind," she told him.

Davie watched as Kathleen walked around the room, pouring herself some brandy as well.

"You know," Davie began.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you don't really look much like a Countess."

Kathleen spun around and looked at him with a rather menacing expression.

"And what should a Countess look like?" She asked.

"Oh I didn't mean to offend you, it's just you're not really dressed like one."

Kathleen's expression softened a bit and she sat back down.

"I suppose you're right," she told him, glancing at her plaid shirt.

"It's just I wasn't always a Countess and sometimes being dressed up can get to be annoying."

"Hah, tell me about it. It's the same with being in uniform," Davie told her.

He went over her answer in his head and decided that that was probably the explanation for all his suspicions. The fact that she hadn't always been a Countess accounts for a lot of her behavior.

"So what were you before?" He asked her.

"I was the daughter of a Duke," she answered, blowing away his answer just as fast as it had come.

If she was a Dukes daughter, then she would behave almost the same as a Countess would. Maybe a bit more slacked, but not much.

You're thinking about this way too much, Davie thought. It's probably just her personality. 

- Hey everyone! Sorry for the late update, but you can't rush crime! Wait a sec....LOL XD So I hope you like the chapter and I'd love to hear your thoughts on it! Thanks :D - Anna