I was making beds all afternoon, starting in the West Wing. Mrs Peacock’s door was locked but Miss Scarlet’s was ajar and she was absent. I nearly lost the present the young lady had bought for the Doctor, a ring featuring the Black family crest. I didn’t notice it was on the covers until I heard it clatter to the floor as I pulled them back. It wouldn’t have mattered, he’ll never get it now.
(Mrs White was inconsolable for five minutes after this.)
Forgive me. I continued to the North wing but the Reverend’s room was locked. The Colonel’s was open but empty, as was the Professor’s. His bed looked like it had hardly been slept in.
That’s when I went downstairs and found, his body.
Note: I could get nothing more useful from Mrs White but I did hear her say “My Love” between her sobs.