Novel & Cerita Sherlock Holmes Housekeeper

Allison hung up, fished out the keys, and opened the door—only to hear movement inside. In the entryway, she spotted a woman's shoes and looked up to see a middle-aged woman cleaning the living room floor. The housekeeper looked startled. "Who are you?" As far as she knew, a powerful businessman lived alone in this mansion. The sudden appearance of a beautiful young woman made her visibly curious. "I'm staying here temporarily. Don't mind me," Allison said, changing her shoes and heading upstairs, ignoring the housekeeper's confused and somewhat judgmental gaze. She probably assumed Allison was some sort of... inappropriate companion.

the housekeeper stammered timidly with her head bowed. "How dare you talk back to me!" Betty jabbed a scarlet, manicured finger at the housekeeper's face. If it wasn't for the manager protecting the housekeeper's eyes, Betty would've stabbed them. "I left my necklace on the sink! How could it vanish on its own?" "It's true that I cleaned the suite, but I wasn't the only one there!" The housekeeper looked pale, but she refused to give in. "What do you mean? Are you suspecting us right now?" One of Betty's friends looked furious.

It felt like I was walking into a haunted, deserted house with spooky ghosts. The silence was unsettling. No laughter. No movement. Just… stillness. “Why is it so dark? I almost can't see.” I complained “The lights are turned on inside. Come on, let's go.” He knocked briskly on the door and a fairly old woman opened the door. “Good evening Sir. Good evening Ma'am.” She said, making way for us to pass. “Arlene, this is Judith, the housekeeper. I have briefed her on everything she needs to know. If you need anything in the house, she is at your service.” He said, smiling brightly.

Anyway. "Hey, young lady!" I came back to my senses when the Housekeeper raised her voice as she snapped her fingers. She looked like she's in her 60's but she still seem full of energy. The Housekeeper is a senior female servant in the mansion, responsible for oversight of all other female staff. And she is to be respected, of course, because she's higher than we are. She was the one whom Mr. Bertrand called and he only talks to her regarding the performances of the servants. The Housekeeper has the authority to fire someone as well. And no one in this house can ever change her mind, not even Mr. Bertrand and his family, because only she knows how capable someone is in the work. That's how

Just like I'd been alone for so long. A woman appeared from the pantry, older, maybe early sixties, with warm brown eyes and graying hair pulled into a bun. She smiled when she saw me. "Oh good, you're awake! I'm Tessa Hollings, the housekeeper. I've been taking care of this place and Owen since he was a boy." She set a bowl of steaming soup in front of me along with thick slices of bread. "Eat up, dear. You need your strength." "Thank you," I said, suddenly starving. The soup was delicious, rich and hearty with vegetables and tender chunks of meat.

It was a lady, and she looked quite familiar. "Good morning," I greeted as opened the door, and she smiled so brightly at me. I wondered who she was. "Oh dear. You are so beautiful," she complimented as she made her way inside, and she noticed the puzzled look on my face, "I am Ms. Davison, the housekeeper here," she finally explained. Although she tried to dissuade me from helping her, I joined in the cleaning of everything since I had nothing to do. It was quite easy doing it together, and we had succeeded in cleaning almost everywhere in an hour.

He's showing his best cards to play and win this game. Claire pondered over it. Before she could be coaxed into believing that Hunter knew anything about her, Thea crossed her mind. The loyal Housekeeper who worked in Hunter's mansion. "Don't let the momos distract you. It's probably Thea, our Housekeeper who helped him. Otherwise Hunter can't even tell my favorite color even though most of my wardrobe is filled with it. He knows nothing. He never cared." Claire retorted, turning around. She was done with this conversation, and Penelope wasn't interested in stretching it further. She went back to her room and Claire was left alone. The air of loneliness engulfed her. She plopped down on the

Like she did not belong. Before she could even touch the big wooden front doors, they opened. A tall woman in a stiff black uniform stepped out onto the porch. Her gray hair was pulled back so tight it pulled her skin back too. Clara stood straight, her shoulders tense as the woman looked down at her with a sharp, cold stare. "You must be Clara," the woman said, her voice flat and cold like ice in a glass. There was no warmth. No smile. "I am Mrs. Gable, the head housekeeper. Mr. Blackwood wants perfect order and time in this house. Follow me."

He comes out and finds Ada Wood standing at the door in a long plain dress. Ada Wood's hands are grasping the corner of her clothes. Seeing the old housekeeper Abbott, she suddenly wants to give up. She remembers housekeeper Abbott. Besides Zora Baker, housekeeper Abbott loves her most. Unexpectedly, the servant has been changed, and the housekeeper is still the old butler Abbott. It was a long time before she opened her cracked lips. "Housekeeper Abbott, I'm Ada. I'm here to ask my mother to help me." "Second miss, you're back. Hurry up. You go and buy Ada’'s favorite dish." On Butler Abbott's wrinkled face hang two lines of sparkling tears.

m. Thinking about spending the night making love to her, I was incredibly excited. The front door had a keypad lock, to which she’d given me the code, so I entered it and opened the door. However, by the shoe rack, there was a pair of men’s leather shoes. I froze for a moment. The living room lights were off, but the bedroom door was ajar, and light was spilling out, illuminating clothes scattered all over the carpet: a skirt and a bra, as well as a suit and shirt.