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.

"She will take care of you while you're here." The woman looked at me, her eyes full of sadness. She seemed familiar but I couldn't place where I had seen her before. "Do you know her?" Chloe whispered, her brow furrowed. I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest. Something was wrong. Very wrong. "I need to use the bathroom," I said, looking at the housekeeper. "Can you please show me where it is?" Elijah looked at me, his eyes narrowing. "Fine," he said, his voice laced with suspicion. "But don't try anything stupid."

"Victoria! Call the family doctor. Now!" I watched Eden’s face intently. She tensed, her eyes widening as she looked at Victoria. My housekeeper, a woman who had served our family with silent, clockwork efficiency for a decade, didn't hesitate for a single second; she knew us and how we operate. She simply bowed her head and moved toward the phone in the study.

She’s laughing too. Still, my stomach flips with… disappointment? I mean, maybe I wanted to see Alan again. She’s a tall, slender, olive-tanned brunette. Her hair is packed up in a ponytail and her light brown eyes are bright, like she’s genuinely happy to be here… in this echoing, cold house. “Hi! I’m Thelma. Housekeeper.” She gestures at the title on her uniform. It’s a shiny, white crest pinned above her navy blue uniform.

I felt like a lamb walking into a lion's den. The massive front doors opened, and a woman stepped out. She was severe-looking, with gray hair pulled back into a tight bun and a uniform that looked military-crisp. "You are late," she clipped out. "Traffic," Henri said simply, grabbing my bags from the trunk. The woman turned her sharp gaze on me. "I am Mrs. Higgins, the Housekeeper. Come. Monsieur Aurelien is waiting for you in the sunroom." I followed her inside. The foyer was grand enough to fit my entire parents' house inside it. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and art that looked centuries old lined the walls.

“Mr. Aslan hasn’t left his room at all. I haven’t seen him.” Skylar furrowed his brow. “What do you mean? Aslan’s room is tidy. Didn’t you tidy it up?” Upon hearing that, the housekeeper shook her head. “I haven’t tidied up Mr. Aslan’s room at all. He hasn’t left his room, so I didn’t want to disturb him.” Skylar’s previously calm expression suddenly changed upon hearing the housekeeper’s explanation. “Are you sure Aslan hasn’t left his room?”

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.

My outfit was a far cry from the professional look I had attempted earlier in the day, but, at this point, comfort was my top priority. Tessa swung the door open with a warmth that elicited an equally radiant smile from me. She was Mr. Snow's housekeeper, but her nurturing aura transcended her job title. She was in her early forties, her kind gray eyes twinkling with wisdom, her short brown hair neatly framing her face. Leanness marked her body, a testament to a life of diligent work. Her face was a map of gentle lines, each one a tale of kindness and patience. Her voice, tender and affectionate, stirred a familiar ache in my heart, a reminder of the motherly love I missed so dearly.

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.