Nelson fixed her with a put out look at the very first answer she gave him, but then relaxed as she spelled out the story she had stumbled upon. A murder almost seventy years ago!
His eyebrows lurched higher and higher as she explained how she had found this out, leaping up to lean over her shoulder to better catch some glimpse of the diary pages she’d been looking through.
A candlestick! Nelson thought, tilting his head to the side, thrilled by the violence as practically any teenage boy would be. His foremost question, however, was possibly even visible in the excitement in his eyes, although he shuffled forwards for a scrap piece of parchment to scribble it out just the same, waving it in Eloquence’s face. And did they find out who did it? What if it hadn’t been solved? Maybe answers were somewhere in the house!
His eyebrows lurched higher and higher as she explained how she had found this out, leaping up to lean over her shoulder to better catch some glimpse of the diary pages she’d been looking through.
A candlestick! Nelson thought, tilting his head to the side, thrilled by the violence as practically any teenage boy would be. His foremost question, however, was possibly even visible in the excitement in his eyes, although he shuffled forwards for a scrap piece of parchment to scribble it out just the same, waving it in Eloquence’s face. And did they find out who did it? What if it hadn’t been solved? Maybe answers were somewhere in the house!
