{"id":221,"date":"2019-12-07T13:14:57","date_gmt":"2019-12-07T13:14:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/?p=221"},"modified":"2019-12-07T13:14:57","modified_gmt":"2019-12-07T13:14:57","slug":"writers-journal-47-murder-on-the-island-resort-part-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/2019\/12\/07\/writers-journal-47-murder-on-the-island-resort-part-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Writers\u2019 Journal #47 \u2013 Murder on the island resort \u2013 Part 3"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was then left standing by myself on the staircase with the envelope. My first thought was to ran after Mrs Smith and asked for for the explanation but I decided against it immediately. It seemed to me that she was clearly frightened out of her mind by the envelope I was holding. So I came back down to the lobby and then to the dining room to inquire whether any of my fellow guests could shed any lights on the matter.<\/p>\n<p>By then most of the members had left for the bed and only two remained , heavily involved in the wine and conversation. I coughed ever so slightly to signal my presence and I duly received the attention of Mr Johnny , a businessman from New York , and Major Sholto , retired army sergeant.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ahem .. &#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes my good man. Pray sit down and let us hear you&#8221; , remarked Major Sholto.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Thank you Major but you see I have just received an envelop from our butler and Mrs Smith seems to have &#8230;&#8221; , my sentence was abruptly broken off by the looks on their faces.<\/p>\n<p>Mr Johnny nearly dropped his wine cup and Major Sholto looked as if he was seeing the ghost of Napolean himself. I took it that they too had encountered the envelop just as Mrs Smith had and there was something that happened before I had arrived. It was a while before the sound of wood cracking in the fireplace awaken both men from the stunned silence.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Have you opened the envelope?&#8221; , whispered Mr Johnny. And I thought I saw his lips shivered for a moment as he spoke and the minute of color from his white face seemed to have drained completely.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No I have not. But what seems to be the issue? Shall I open it?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No!&#8221; , both shouted.<\/p>\n<p>I was astounded to say the least. How could a simple envelope have such an effect on otherwise three normal people? What was it in the envelop? Questions started to flood into my mind as I considered the situation I was in. I decided to take the matter in my own hand as nobody seemed to be able to answer my questions. I quickly turned around and left the room , leaving the two gentlemen in whiter than white faces.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was then left standing by myself on the staircase with the envelope. My first thought was to ran after Mrs Smith and asked for for the explanation but I decided against it immediately. It seemed to me that she was clearly frightened out of her mind by the envelope I was holding. So I came back down to the lobby and then to the dining room to inquire whether any of my fellow guests could shed any lights on the matter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19,63,1],"tags":[81],"class_list":["post-221","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction","category-horror","category-writers-journal","tag-murder-on-the-island-resort"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/221","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=221"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/221\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":223,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/221\/revisions\/223"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=221"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=221"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=221"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}