Why is the room at the end of the ground floor passage of 109 Bolsover Square always closed? Amelia Jenkins wants to know. But you may never be lucky enough to know the secrets of the locked room. Because her boss, Mrs. Bishop, is such a bad-tempered woman, she will beat her to death if she gets the slightest hint of Amelia's curiosity
A few days ago, Amelia went to steal strawberry jam and was caught. Mrs. Bishop just looked at her coldly, which made Emilia's heartbeat stop. In a stern, chewed voice, he warned - that he would break Emelia's face if she caught him stealing anything again in the future.
Amelia is afraid of women. He has nowhere to go. Otherwise, where exactly would it go? An orphan girl whose parents died. Mrs. Bishop brought him from Peckham. A widow sleeps in a woman's house all day. But the woman does not treat him well at all. The woman's husband died who knows when still the tears have not subsided. The golden hair is always neatly combed, and artificial eyelashes are worn in the eyes. His pride in long, manicured nails knows no bounds.
Amelia is afraid of Mrs. Bishop. Even so, when a woman
goes out, she can't resist the urge to dress up in her bedroom—dressed up in a
red fancy dress by Mrs. Bishop. Its bone buttons glowed. It looks costly. Amelia looked at herself in the mirror again and again with the
shirt on. Then he opened the clothes again, folded them as before, and put them
in the wardrobe.
Emelia knows nothing of Mrs. Bishop to speak of. So he
tries to inquire about him from the milkman or the hawker. One day he asked
Dudhola, what did Mrs. Bishop's husband do, do you know anything?
This young milkmaid loves Amelia in her heart. Often he brings flowers for the girl.
No, I don't know much, replied Dudhola. But I heard that he used to do business. He died outside the country while on business. Where in France? The gentleman had a head full of white hair. Many mistook him for Mrs. Bishop's father.
I doubt she loved her husband, said Amelia. Love is probably not in the lady.
Dudhola laughed. Today's modern girls don't want to pay much attention to their husbands. Mrs. Bishop may be one of them. Why don't you feel good here?
Emelia replied sadly, no. But the outside world is worse than this. So I don't dare to go anywhere.
Then stay here, said Dudhola in a suggestive tone. At least until you get a chance to move somewhere better.
Emelia really has nowhere to go. Even if he had money,
he would try to cut it off. But Mrs. Bishop pays her so little that she is left
with almost nothing after buying her own little things. Still, Emelia is
waiting for an opportunity. When you get some money, you will leave here.
Amelia believes that Mrs. Bishop keeps money in that locked room.
One day he had a strange dream about the house. saw Mrs. Bishop take a pair of keys from a chest to the right of the drawing-room fireplace and enter the locked room. Emelia followed him. But Mrs. Bishop closed the door before he could enter. All he could see before the door closed was a large couch in the middle of the room. Standing outside, Emelia heard what I thought inside, Emelia murmured. Mrs. Bishop has hidden the money in the house.
He opened his eyes to see what was happening inside.
Immediately something hot entered into the eye, and it started to burn terribly. The
pain was so real, that Amelia woke up. He has been dreaming for so long that he
doesn't want to believe it. The interest in penetrating the secret of the closed
room increased several times. If I can get some money out of there, said Emelia
to herself, then I will leave here at once. London is a big city. There are
many places to hide. The police won't even find it. And if you get caught or
what, prison will surely be no worse than this hell. It's better to go to jail
than to live in fear of that woman's threats all the time.
Emelia Barkoek tried to make the dream come true. But
every time he dared to step towards the drawing room, every time he met some
obstacles. Once from the hall, he thought he was about to enter the drawing
room, when he suddenly felt Mrs. Bishop following him, turning to see her cold,
blue eyes staring at him. Another time in the middle of the night he came down quietly,
footsteps behind him. Emelia turned quickly. No, no one is behind. But he got
so scared, he ran into his room, he didn't dare to go down to the ground floor.
But a few days later, the chance that Emilia had been waiting for came.
He put on the newly bought coat and skirt and went
down the stairs. Seeing him turn the corner, Amelia ran into his bedroom. Mrs.
Bishop bought a new hat. Expensive, Persian hat. Amelia is very greedy to wear
the black hat. Finally got the chance. He put the hat on his head and stood in
front of the mirror. Not bad to look at, Amelia, well suited to the black suit,
thought herself much prettier than Mrs. Bishop. With a smile, she put on Mrs.
Bishop's blue skirt with a red collar. Being slightly thinner than Monibani,
the dress was loose on her, but Amelia was impressed by her appearance in the
mirror.
All expensive lipsticks and nail polishes are arranged
on the dressing table. Amelia couldn't resist the urge to use them. Mrs.
Bishop's French high heels also melted. Then he smiled and stood again in front
of the mirror. Even seeing herself again and again, Amelia's hope is not
satisfied.
If you see Emelia now, who will say that she is a housemaid! She looks a hundred times more beautiful than Monibani. Emelia was looking at herself in the mirror when the phone rang. Amelia panicked. Throwing away the hat, he began to take off his clothes like a madman. Meanwhile, the phone is ringing.
Amelia went half-naked and picked up the phone. He calmed down after leaving the message. Then slowly folded the clothes and put them back in their original place. His chest is still heaving. Amelia decided that she would raid the drawing room now.
No one was home, yet Amelia looked around as usual. It still seems like someone is secretly watching him. But Mrs. Bishop saw him go. Didn't Mrs. Bishop quietly come back? To avoid suspicion, Amelia knocked twice on the drawing-room door. No response. Bravely, he opened the door and stepped inside. With sunlight streaming in through the open window, and the room shimmering, Amelia's fears were allayed. He quickly walked towards the fireplace.
The chest is not locked. Opening the branch, a key fell out. All events seen in dreams are happening in reality. Esh, if there really is money in that locked room, said Emelia to herself, then I'll take the money and cut it off at once. I will be free. Independent and wealthy.
Trembling with excitement, Emelia ran to the end of the passage, towards the locked room. Lock the door. As soon as the key was inserted and turned, the lock opened, revealing the room before Emelia's eyes. In the middle of the room, the couch she dreamed of is real, and in one corner is an iron safe. In addition to the furniture, there are a few chairs and a mirror. Amelia looked at the mirror with fascinated eyes. Mirrors always make him overwhelmed. He is never tired of standing in front of the mirror for hours and looking at his reflection. She often imagines herself as a stage actress. If you have a lot of money, if you buy expensive dresses and dress up, you will not look worse than the actresses. Amelia looked at the mirror in the room. A clear reflection of the couch fell in the mirror. Amelia saw an old man with white hair and a white mustache lying on the table, sleeping.
Suddenly, next to the fireplace, the door of the cupboard against the wall opened, and a woman stepped out. Mrs. Bishop. But like an old woman lying in bed, a misty curtain appears around Mrs. Bishop.
The woman wears a blue silk dressing gown with large pearl buttons and woolen shoes. A gold bangle in one hand, many glittering rings on the other finger. Amelia noticed the woman on the bed and then picked up a pillow. He pressed the pillow against the sleeping old man's face with all his strength. Emelia screamed in fear, turning around. The bed is empty, and so is the room. He is completely alone.
Amelia was so scared that it took time to recover.Realized that the ghostly scene he saw in the mirror actually happened. Thatold man is none other than Mr. The bishop himself. Mrs. Bishop murdered her husband. Maybe because she could not get along with her husband or because of her greed for money, Mrs. Bishop killed her husband for a reason. No one knows the real story. He said Mr. Bishop died abroad. Emelia paused for a moment as she realized the horrible truth. Mrs. Bishop is a murderer! The cold gaze of those big blue eyes made her chest tremble.
Now the sooner we can get out of here the better. But you can't go without money. Amelia is sure there is money in the iron safe. He grabbed the handle of the safe and started pulling. But the safe is not opening. Amelia fumbled with the safe, wondering if there was a hidden button somewhere.
It's true! After pressing the button, the door opened, Amelia looked inside and nodded. Honey! Drawers are loaded with gold coins, gold bangles, rings, bracelets, and necklaces. The mystery of why Mrs. Bishop always keeps this room closed is now known. He is not only a murderer but also a thief. She killed her husband and stole all his gold.
This room is always locked so that no one knows what
is there.
I'll get some jewelry out of here, Emelia muttered. I will definitely look beautiful wearing them.
Amelia's fear is gone with the excitement. She quickly put on some stoles and bracelets, and a necklace around her neck. He stood in front of the mirror with a smile on his face, wrapping himself in gold jewelry. At once, the smile disappeared from the face, and the fear appeared in the eyes. He saw Mrs. Bishop pushing the door open. He had a long piece of wire in his hand, his face hard, his face cold and cold. He had seen Mrs. Bishop in the mirror, a ghost of exactly this appearance not long before.
"Well," he muttered in a cold, calm voice of his nature. You finally got caught. You have seen my secrets. You are wearing my jewelry too. Meanwhile, come Haramzadi.
Who knows what hypnotic magic those blue eyes hold, Emelia strode towards him. As if the snake is hypnotizing its prey.
As if all the energy in Emelia's body had been
absorbed, she had lost the language and strength to protest or resist, as she
silently obeyed her mistress's orders. Mrs. Bishop came forward.
Kneel down, ordered Mrs. Bishop.
Amelia knelt down, her eyes fixed on Mrs. Bishop's pale white hands and gorgeous red dress. Mrs. Bishop closed the door carefully, then turned, showing the wire to Amelia.
Do you know what it is? he asked.
Emelia shook her head, trying to speak, but her throat was so dry that no words came out. I will tie it around your neck, he said. Mrs. Bishop carefully tied the wire around Amelia's neck and throat. You have no parents, no friends, and no one will come to look for you even if you become destitute. So… with long, thin, white fingers he pulled the noose tight…
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