Monday, 25 April 2011

The Case of Mrs. Weldon - Day 8

There are not many occasions I have woken up and found myself in places I didn't recognise. Most of the time I wake up in the hospital with policemen guarding the doors as I've managed to get arrested whilst doing something highly dangerous. So it was a bit of a shock to the system to wake up and find myself in a dark, cramped space.

More surprising than the fact that this particular dark, cramped space could have easily been bigger had it led to Narnia, was that I had walked into Henry A. Weldon's on a Tuesday and woken up on a Thursday without being able to recall Wednesday.

Fortunately enough locks on wardrobes aren't really all that strong, unfortunately when you throw a human body at locked wardrobe doors there is a tendency for the wardrobe to topple over instead of breaking the lock...good job wardrobe backs are flimsy in comparison to the locks on the door.

Getting free of the wardrobe was a splinter-filled fun activity that I am not keen to repeat. What I was concerned about was why I had been locked up in a wardrobe and couldn't remember a day of my life. My head didn't feel fuzzy so I hadn't been drugged. There was a sharp pain in my side and a wonderful burn mark that did suggest that Henry A. Weldon or one of his security personnel had access to taser.

The idea of this really didn't thrill me. The room I found myself in was rather large and surprisingly Spartan for a man who had so much money to throw around. It also came to mind that I would probably be better trying to arrange a meeting outside the four walls of his mansion; hunting people down in a potential fortress filled with taser armed guards isn't all that appealing after breaking out of a wardrobe that they are bound to be somewhat annoyed about.

Running away, as cowardly and assassin like as it felt, to live to fight another day was a good idea. This was especially sensible (uncharacteristic I know) when jumping off a balcony into bushes and running along the side of the house sends you running into an extremely annoying police officer who then decides arresting you for trespassing is the right thing to do.

At this point I'm really wishing that I hadn't taken this case. No amount of money is worth running into and getting arrested by Frederick Barlow. The gloating alone is just too much to take.

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