The Jewel Thief Mystery (part 2)

Here is some of my original work! I wrote this a couple of months ago, and I'm pretty proud of it! It's a little historical fiction based in late 1800s England. Some of the words are spelled differently because it's UK spelling, and the language is olden day, but it's easy to understand. Tell me what you think in the comments below!! I hope you enjoy ❤️

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As she walked back to her house, she thought about the crime scene. A broken window with blood on it, so they cut themselves, and dirty footprints on the carpet and floor that looked like they were from Wellington boots, and a blue-grey button. They have brown hair and are 23 to 25 years old. Still not much. I guess all I can do is keep my eyes peeled. Natasha stepped inside as a butler opened the door. “Thank you. Mother, I’m home!” He helped her take off her pelerine cape and hat.

An elegant lady gracefully strode down the stairs and greeted Natasha with a kiss. “Oh, dear/Chuckaboo, I wish you would stay home like other young ladies your age. Why do you have to go out and become a sleuth? Is it not a bit dangerous? You know how I worry about you.”

“Oh, Mother,” Natasha kissed her back and they walked up the stairs. “You don’t need to worry, and you know how I can’t stay cooped up.”

“Yes, I know.” She sighed and primped her hair, thinking for a second. “Natasha, have any young gentlemen that have caught your eye lately?”She looked hopefully at her daughter.

Natasha threw her head back and laughed. “Oh, Mother!” She chuckled and then put her hand to her lips softly. “Well, there is someone.”

“Oh?”

“Well, while I was at the market–”

Natasha’s mother gasped. “Natasha, dear, at the market?!” She touched her forehead. “Please don’t tell me it’s a lower-class artisan chav!”

Natasha touched her mother’s hand. “No, nothing of the sort, Mother. While I was at the market, I saw a new shipment of animals, and among them was a litter of puppies. I saw them, and I took a fancy to one of them immediately! Please, Mother, say I may get one?”

Her Mother moaned. “Oh, Natasha, you are plenty old enough to begin courting. When will you start thinking about men? Your father and I agreed that you are getting a bit old. I am hosting a dinner party next week, and I would very much like you to attend and speak to some of the men. Some of them are quite dashing.” She sat Natasha on a divan and looked her in the eye. “Ever since you were young, you have been jaunty and bright-eyed and never looked at men/boys other than friends. Your sisters both married at 19, and you’re 21!”

“Don’t worry, Mother, I will get married. Someday.” Natasha stood and kissed her mother. “I’m just too busy right now.” She smiled. “Please excuse me, Mother, but I’m a bit knackered from the afternoon out, and would like to retire to my room if that’s all right.”

“Of course, dear.” She gently hugged her daughter, then gasped. “Natasha Turner! Where is your corset?”

Natasha blushed and walked to her room, laughing gailey. “It’s in my room, Mother.”

“Oh, Natasha,” She slumped back on the divan and clapped for a servant. “A glass of water, please.”

Natasha lay on her bed thinking. “I wonder who did it. Who would have the audacity to steal the ring made for Lady Edith? And she’s the wife of Baronet Jessel! Of course, I don’t think Mr. Jem would have rung him, telling him it had been stolen. He is most likely hoping the constables and detectives will solve the mystery. If I had a few more clues, I likely could figure out who did it.” She pulled a notebook out of her nightstand and began writing.

Here are a few of the clues I have picked up along the way for this mystery:

• A broken window with blood on it

• A dirty footprint on the carpet

• A button

• A few pebbles from the river shore

There is not much to go on, and when I asked Mr. Pierce about the robbery, he was rather frightened and jumpy. Here is the description of the thief that I have so far:

• It was a younger male adult

• Brown hair

• Around 23, 24, or 25 years old.

Mr. Pierce saw him as he was walking near the jewellery shop at 4:30 a.m. I wondered why he was awake so early in the morning, and he said he couldn’t sleep. Still, I decided to ask Mr. Pierce’s neighbours. They said he is usually a jittery, nervous person, and often went out in the middle of the night. He is a secluded person, and no one knows much about him, his background, or his past life. I most likely will check on him again, and see if he remembers anything else.

She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. “I wonder where Jordan is. He never told me where he was going. And why did he leave so late at night? He’s never kept any secrets from me. We tell each other everything.” Natasha put the journal back into the nightstand drawer and sat up. “Oh, I must go to the parlour for embroidering with Mother.” She went downstairs into the parlour, and equipped with tea and biscuits, began embroidering.

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~Shantel 😘