ㄗretty ℱeet __________ Preface ~<>~ "The murder came to light on 17 June 1934, when an unclaimed plywood trunk was noticed by William Vinnicombe at a luggage office of the Brighton railway station as he investigated a peculiar smell. He alerted the police and Chief Inspector Donaldson opened the trunk to find the dismembered torso of a woman, about the age of 25, although the range was wide, from older than 21, but not older than 28. When alerted, a suitcase at King's Cross railway station was found to contain the woman's legs. The head and arms were not to be found. The media had named the victim 'The Girl with the Pretty Feet' or simply 'Pretty Feet' because the corpse had 'Dancer's Feet' thought beautiful at the time. The torso, however, was heavily bandaged to conceal various scars and cuts, leading investigation teams to believe Pretty Feet had been stabbed or slashed prior to her death. The investigation teams are still investigating this crime, details are yet to follow. If you may have any information on this murder, the police encourage you to step forward and write to the Brighton police agency." I slowly closed the newspaper.
Chapter 1 I swiftly put on my burgundy jacket. I swipe my golden pocket watch from my mahogany bedstand and peek inside it. A quarter after seven in the morning. I have to be at work by seven. I know I'm going to get yet another lecture, but, I know I'm irreplacable, I think with a smirk. "Your tea, master?" My butler, Claud, is standing at the doorway with a sky blue china teapot. "Yes please," Even when I'm late for work, there is always time for tea. "Today I will be serving Earl Grey," He announces as he pours the tea from the teapot into a matching teacup. I stuff my pocketwatch inside my jacket pocket and reach for the teacup. I sit down on an emerald-cushioned sofa located opposite from my bed. The bittersweet tea stung my lips with a sweet tang. "Mm," I let my appreciation slip through my lips. This tea is one of my favorites, I definatly need to recommend it to father. Claud kneels down to help tie my plaid tie, as he knows I'm already late for work. The tea only just about filled the bottom of the cup, mixing with the extra tea leaves that failed to previously mix with it. "I should be off," I grab my brown fedora hat and stand up from the sofa. Claud opens the door for me. "I'll get the car ready," He bows and retreats to the driveway. "Tell father I'm on my way," I tell a maid whom is standing in the hall. "Certainly, sir," She bows before shuffling to the nearest phone. "You've finally arrived, Sam," My father greets me at the entrance of the Company. "Hello father, sorry I'm late, how's Lucille?" I ask before he mentions my absence. "She's been missing since the sixteenth, have you seen her?" Fathers expression turns worrisome. "No, I haven't, I've assumed she was with you," I feel my eyebrows narrow. "Maybe she eloped with that man, Frederick was his name?" He wonders aloud. "No, Lucille was more a career woman than one to give up her wealthy life for a man," I reply. Lucille is my twin sister. Aside from her honey blonde hair (Mine turned out to be more of a strawberry blonde), her lighter complex and the fact that we're the opposite gender, we look very similar, body structure and all. "Maybe she found a pleasant job in London? Or maybe America?" I suggest. It would make sense if she decided to travel to a different country, because of the disastrous economy here in England. "Possibly," Father remarked, "But with her child coming in a mere three months, I do hope she found a husband." "Dr. Westcorner, a new case came in this morning," Clarence, Father's secretary, strides through the door of the rather small, yet impressive company building. "Excellent," I follow him into the building