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No. 5523
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“Genji!” Natsuhi shrieked, pointing at the door with trembling finger. Immediately grasping the intent of his lady, Genji attempted to unlock the door, only to find that Jessica’s room was, indeed, the only room he could not open with his master key.
He kicked the door. It refused to budge.
“The window,” Natsuhi remembered then. “If someone entered her room, it must be through the window.”
She hurried away, leaving Genji to the door by himself. As she reached the end of the hallway, Natsuhi ran into Kanon and Kumasawa, who had heard the gunshots and come to see what the commotion was about.
Leaving Kumasawa to assist Genji, Kanon and Natsuhi hurried to the bedroom adjacent Jessica’s; they had recently had a balcony built adjoining the two, and it would be an easy matter to pass from one to the other.
When they stepped out onto the balcony, Natsuhi noted the pristine condition it was all in. Kumasawa had only just cleaned it, then; and Kanon’s dirt-stained shoes ruined the older servant’s handiwork. There was, however, no time to lament this.
The two hurried from balcony to balcony, reaching Jessica’s windows. The curtains were closed, permitting neither a view inside.
“… It’s impossible to enter from here,” Kanon observed, after attempting to open the windows; only to find them locked from the inside. He tried the other set of windows, which momentarily seemed to want to open; only to meet resistance of the lock.
When Natsuhi tries for herself, she finds it entirely impossible to open the windows.
Natsuhi, then, hurried away, back to the door. Kanon followed suit.
Genji managed to break down the door. The chain held on for a moment longer, resisting the party’s attempts to enter the room, but it too buckled under the might of Genji; only to see that Jessica lay sprawled on the floor, blood flowing from a wound in her chest. A large kitchen knife lay beside her; at once, Kumasawa recognised it.
“But that is the knife Gohda keeps in the kitchen downstairs!” she gasped.
“The murderer cannot have escaped,” Natsuhi said, exasperated. “Find him!”
While standing guard over the door herself, she watched Kanon and Genji scour the room; there was, however, no trace of any murderer. Not under the bed, nor in the closet, or any other conceivable hiding place.
They did find the gun on the bed, but daren’t move it from its place. It was, however, one of Krauss’s guns, which he kept in his study at all times.
A mass of footprints, framed by dirt, ran across the room; some of it was Kanon’s, but the others had been there right when the door’d been flung open.
The footprints, with certainty, led towards the door; one pair going away: Kanon’s. The other pair going towards; the murderer’s…?
He had certainly not escaped through the door, for Natsuhi would have noticed, but then…?
“I, it’s Beatrice,” stammered Kumasawa. “Beatrice must have killed her!”
A silence fell over the room.
Beatrice, the Witch in Gold. Had she revived to kill Jessica?
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