The Mystery in the air
The Mystery in the Air.
The train moved at its own merry pace. Big gallops of steam blew out from the chimney that sat adorning the head of the engine. Like the many locomotive works of the yore, the train claimed to be a sentimental look at the days of the past. Steam engines are just that sort of extinct little creatures.
The disreputable air that surrounded the bogeys aligned behind the poor engine, permeated within the confines of the most luxurious of the suits within. For it was in this compartment that something really fishy was going on. The occupants sat with expressions of varying degrees of shock.
“But who could have done such a wretched thing?” came a timid voice from deep within the confines of a creature wrapped in a pink shawl. A small head peeked over the pink lacy material that layered the edge, and dazed green eyes spoke of outrage.
The men that occupied the seats around the woman stared at her as if she was an abnormality. Dressed in their finest Sunday suits, the men looked around at each other with suspicious eyes.
“Whatever do you mean? Young lady you are staring at us as if you truly believe that we are behind this abominable sin. I despise your accusatory tone.” The man firmly nodded at the end of his small speech, satisfied at having put in his two bits.
Another man, who welcomed the voice of reason, spoke up. “You are indeed correct Mr. Merchant. We are men of means; we have responsibility and the mantle of respectability to uphold. We will never do such a thing. I can vouch for Mr. Sailor and Mr. Viscount here as well. We have no reason to believe that anyone who rests in this compartment at the moment has anything to do with the crime Miss. Fuchsia speaks of. “
“Well someone has to be responsible. Come now, you cannot be implying that an invisible force has committed it,” wailed Miss Fuchsia.
“I am saying that you have no reason to eye us as if we are bandits intent on debauching your stellar reputation,” Mr. Sailor added, his voice gruff and laden with hostility.
“No need to get grumpy old man,” said Mr. Viscount cheerfully. “I’m sure the lady here did not mean any insult.” Mr. Viscount then continued to wink most inappropriately at Miss Fuchsia.
She blushed.
“This is foolish. We are all merely walking around in circles. I demand to know who the criminal is, for everyone else here indeed is the victim.” Mr. Merchant grunted in annoyance and continued to look superiorly at other. “You will confess,” he said eying everyone around, “and you will confess now.”
“Mr. Merchant, I demand you cease speaking to us this way. Each of us has paid a lot of money to be on this train, and we refuse to be put through your despicable treatment of all of us,” said Mr. Viscount, finally realising the seriousness of the accusations.
“All I know is that if this man continues to threaten me, I will hit him in the eye and he will deserve it,” said Mr. Sailor.
“You don’t have the guts.....” Mr. Merchant’s voice trailed off as Mr. Sailor rose in the most threatening manner and readied for a fight. “You sit down right now young man. I am not going to be fighting you.”
“Do not make me laugh. You, old man, have nothing to fight back with,” taunted Mr. Sailor.
Miss Fuchsia promptly let out a loud wail and continued to sniffle delicately in her handkerchief.
“Gentlemen, this is unwise. We are in a moving train. If anyone of you gets hurt, there won’t be medical treatment available for miles around,” said Mr. Viscount seriously.
“This has to stop,” shouted the fourth man in the compartment. “Foolish men, will you sit down?”
At his authorative tone, the men calmed down, and sat back in their places.
“I will know at once who is farting!”
Miss Fuchsia twittered like a bird and let out a small laugh. When all eyes in the room zoomed in on her, she pinkened in embarrassment. “I beg your pardon. Aren’t you men aware that you aren’t supposed to speak of body functions in polite company?”
“Bah! I cannot stand this stink anymore. Mr. Viscount, I demand that this compartment be vacated this instant,” shouted Mr. Sailor.
“It’s just wind….,” whined Mr. Viscount, clearly not wanting to vacate the most luxurious compartment in the train.
“Gentlemen, this is the most absurd conversation I have ever been witness to. I shall depart this instant while you sort this mess out,” said Miss Fuchsia haughtily. She rose with the regal bearing of the queen and left the compartment.
“You think it was her?” said a small voice.
The men turned to each other and nodded. “Good Riddance, I say,” sighed Mr. Sailor.
The train moved at its own merry pace. Big gallops of steam blew out from the chimney that sat adorning the head of the engine. Like the many locomotive works of the yore, the train claimed to be a sentimental look at the days of the past. Steam engines are just that sort of extinct little creatures.
The disreputable air that surrounded the bogeys aligned behind the poor engine, permeated within the confines of the most luxurious of the suits within. For it was in this compartment that something really fishy was going on. The occupants sat with expressions of varying degrees of shock.
“But who could have done such a wretched thing?” came a timid voice from deep within the confines of a creature wrapped in a pink shawl. A small head peeked over the pink lacy material that layered the edge, and dazed green eyes spoke of outrage.
The men that occupied the seats around the woman stared at her as if she was an abnormality. Dressed in their finest Sunday suits, the men looked around at each other with suspicious eyes.
“Whatever do you mean? Young lady you are staring at us as if you truly believe that we are behind this abominable sin. I despise your accusatory tone.” The man firmly nodded at the end of his small speech, satisfied at having put in his two bits.
Another man, who welcomed the voice of reason, spoke up. “You are indeed correct Mr. Merchant. We are men of means; we have responsibility and the mantle of respectability to uphold. We will never do such a thing. I can vouch for Mr. Sailor and Mr. Viscount here as well. We have no reason to believe that anyone who rests in this compartment at the moment has anything to do with the crime Miss. Fuchsia speaks of. “
“Well someone has to be responsible. Come now, you cannot be implying that an invisible force has committed it,” wailed Miss Fuchsia.
“I am saying that you have no reason to eye us as if we are bandits intent on debauching your stellar reputation,” Mr. Sailor added, his voice gruff and laden with hostility.
“No need to get grumpy old man,” said Mr. Viscount cheerfully. “I’m sure the lady here did not mean any insult.” Mr. Viscount then continued to wink most inappropriately at Miss Fuchsia.
She blushed.
“This is foolish. We are all merely walking around in circles. I demand to know who the criminal is, for everyone else here indeed is the victim.” Mr. Merchant grunted in annoyance and continued to look superiorly at other. “You will confess,” he said eying everyone around, “and you will confess now.”
“Mr. Merchant, I demand you cease speaking to us this way. Each of us has paid a lot of money to be on this train, and we refuse to be put through your despicable treatment of all of us,” said Mr. Viscount, finally realising the seriousness of the accusations.
“All I know is that if this man continues to threaten me, I will hit him in the eye and he will deserve it,” said Mr. Sailor.
“You don’t have the guts.....” Mr. Merchant’s voice trailed off as Mr. Sailor rose in the most threatening manner and readied for a fight. “You sit down right now young man. I am not going to be fighting you.”
“Do not make me laugh. You, old man, have nothing to fight back with,” taunted Mr. Sailor.
Miss Fuchsia promptly let out a loud wail and continued to sniffle delicately in her handkerchief.
“Gentlemen, this is unwise. We are in a moving train. If anyone of you gets hurt, there won’t be medical treatment available for miles around,” said Mr. Viscount seriously.
“This has to stop,” shouted the fourth man in the compartment. “Foolish men, will you sit down?”
At his authorative tone, the men calmed down, and sat back in their places.
“I will know at once who is farting!”
Miss Fuchsia twittered like a bird and let out a small laugh. When all eyes in the room zoomed in on her, she pinkened in embarrassment. “I beg your pardon. Aren’t you men aware that you aren’t supposed to speak of body functions in polite company?”
“Bah! I cannot stand this stink anymore. Mr. Viscount, I demand that this compartment be vacated this instant,” shouted Mr. Sailor.
“It’s just wind….,” whined Mr. Viscount, clearly not wanting to vacate the most luxurious compartment in the train.
“Gentlemen, this is the most absurd conversation I have ever been witness to. I shall depart this instant while you sort this mess out,” said Miss Fuchsia haughtily. She rose with the regal bearing of the queen and left the compartment.
“You think it was her?” said a small voice.
The men turned to each other and nodded. “Good Riddance, I say,” sighed Mr. Sailor.
Comments
Post a Comment