The new maid heard weeping beneath the mansion. Opening the heavy basement door, she found the missing wife, starved and chained. As gasps filled the dark room, the wife grabbed her hand, whispering, “Run before he hears you, or he’ll make you my replacement.” Suddenly, footsteps echoed on the stairs…
I froze. My hands dropped to my apron pockets. They felt heavy. I reached in and pulled out a string of magnificent, heavy pearls. My stomach plummeted into a bottomless abyss. She had slipped them into my pocket in the kitchen when I wasn’t looking.
“No!” I shouted. “She planted this! Sir, please, just walk downstairs!”
