The room was bright with sunlight but as I suspected , there was not a soul to be seen. I put down the breakfast plate on the table near the door and walked towards the bed , with my eyes looking at everywhere. The bed itself was smooth as if no one has tucked in for the night. I made a mental note as I saw Mrs Jamie went into the room with my own eyes when I accompanied her to here last night.

Aside from the bed , nothing else seemed to have been touched. The table , the chair , the remote control , all other objects were at their original locations before the occupant had arrived. I had to open the door again to check the room number to ensure that it indeed was Mrs Jamie room because it was too perfect to have been occupied.I stood in the middle of the room for a while , gathering my thoughts on what should be my next step.

My eyes next noticed the cabinet and realized there was a piece of cloth coming out from the bottom of the cabinet. I quickly went over to in front of the cabinet and opened the doors slowly , fearing the worst. I breathed a sigh of relief as it was just her night cloth that I seen her wearing the previous night. So she must have came in , changed to her pajama and went to bed.

But I was right then where was she that morning? I took the night dress out of the cabinet for closer inspection. I couldn’t see any blood or any signs of struggle as I suspected , the room itself suggested as much. But when I shook the dress , something fell on to the floor. It was a piece of note with Mrs Jamie name on it. I wondered where should got it as there was no butler to fetch the envelopes. Moreover , a bunch of us went to the postal box the day before and it was empty.

So she must have received it via another way and how was it link to her disappearance I couldn’t fathom at all. So I stood with the piece of paper in one hand and an old worn out night dress in another. Then the door flung out with a loud bang as if someone had kicked the door with his foot.