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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 4551596" data-attributes="member: 79171">‘At what point did I say that we were at his house for a party, you idiot?’  Clover sighed internally, then, she continued to look at the detective with doe-eyed innocence, sniffing back tears and even managing a shy little smile as he tried to console her. But still, he didn’t seem to believe her.  ‘Well, time for more theatrics. And really, Ruby, any time you want to jump in would be okay by me.’ Ruby had just been sitting there like some sort of beautifully gothic porcelain doll. Very pretty to look at. Too quiet to be of any use.   When Detective Brandt asked her about the man and took out his notepad, Clover really did avert her eyes to help her remember, ‘Hm… let’s see. He really was strange. No lie there.’  After a moment, she took a calming breath, “Well, he was very tall, sir. Over six feet, I’d have to say. He was at least a head taller than myself. I think he was white, but… he seemed very tan. Almost dark. I don’t know. It might have been the light. What do you think, Sarah?”  Ruby continued to sit there, pretty as a picture. She managed to shrug and she kept her eyes lowered, shyly, “Yes. Like he had been in the sun too long.”  ‘Well, I guess that’s all we’re going to get from her. Now, what else?’  Clover nodded, “I’m pretty sure he had dark hair. But he had on some sort of wide-brimmed hat, too. And a long trench coat. Both were black. It occurred to us afterwards, sir, that he was dressed like some sort of spy. Like he had just come from a party himself. But then, his outfit was too… it was just too much, sir, to be have been just a simple costume.”  She composed herself, recalling his mannerisms, “The first time we saw him he was at the payphone. I guess he didn’t have any money, because he cursed loudly and violently slammed his fist against the phone. It was almost as though his phone call was a life and death situation. He seemed frantic. He even approached Sarah and myself for change. But… I didn’t like the way he looked at us one bit, sir.”  She blushed, “After all, the two of us weren’t wearing much… as far as costumes go.”  She saw the detective’s ears go slightly red.  Clover nodded and drew herself up for the dramatic ending, “So… to get rid of him, Sarah and I gave him change. He thanked us and all, but it didn’t seem like he left our company very willingly. He walked away ever so slowly. It also occurred to us that he might be drunk. But… he seemed quite sober, sir. His breath didn’t smell of alcohol. We would know. He got… a little too close for comfort.”  She blushed again and saw that, next to her, Ruby’s eyes were still politely swept down towards her lap, where her clean, ivory hands sat calmly clasped.  ‘Hm… I should start taking notes. She’s so proper!’  Then, the girls waited for the Detective’s reply.</blockquote>

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