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1 " The month of August was upon them already. Where did the time go? The leaves were turning that special red—not a bright red or burgundy, an in-between red-and-orange. Other leaves were turning a beautiful golden shade. There was a splash of yellow leaves threading through the branches. Different variations of green leaves remained. The array of colour was breathtaking. Maple trees do not grow in England. What a pity, it is such a beautiful tree. "
― V.A. Pearson , The Unknown
2 " Geoff paced back and forth across the office floor, driving Ted, Peter and Phil crazy. They did not dare say a word, but waited patiently for him to make the first move. They could see that this case was getting him frustrated beyond words. Five months had gone into the investigation and still no clues on this murdered housekeeper had been found. “The entire residence is considered a crime scene, but we are no further ahead in this case than the day it happened.” Their task of finding the missing maid was a dead-end. Where had she gone to, where was she? "
3 " Kate had been preoccupied since Detective Duncan Ross had left her that evening; she was still deep in shock. The news came through a week later that she was definitely needed in England for questioning. Kate immediately called her lawyer. “Mr. Collins, hello, it is Kate Walker.” “Kate, how are you? What can I do for you?” “How did you know that I want something from you?” “Kate, I do read the papers. I am sorry for you, Kate, your home burning down and then the police finding the body of a woman inside.” “Mr. Collins, the police want me to come to England. I am terrified, I do not know anything about it.” “Kate, come home. I will help you. There is no need for you to be nervous, you had nothing to do with this tragedy.”“There you see, you think I know something about it. "
