detective,blind beggar and the dead prostitute..the last chapter.

A fleet of police cars made its way to the beggar's house.After looking at the evidence they had acquired, they believed that the beggar was the prime suspect.Nobody knew the beggar's house until now.The house was located five blocks away from Elizabeth's.Thus on the way the detective decided that they should pass by Elizabeth's house and see if they can pick a few pieces of evidence.

The house was small but well furnished.It had two chairs, a table and fire place.The kitchen was so clean because it wasn't often used.She stayed alone in the house. On her walls were portraits of herself and of a young girl dancing ballet.The officers and the detective searched the house and found no outstanding clues that could help.The search was called off."it's better we leave" said the detective."we have to go chase the blind man before he regains his sight".As the detective was about to leave he noticed something different about the fire place.The fire place had not been used for a long time yet it was winter in Gotham city.It looked so clean and seemed to be used as something else rather than a fire place.The detective bended and looked inside.He pulled off his hand holding a small case.Inside the case were letters.Most of the letters where stamped,but there was one wich looked fresh. The ink was still smelling, it must have been the last letter that Elizabeth had written.It read;

Dear David
you are a good man and you will make a good husband.I am sorry my heart belongs to him who knows it.We cant be together.I belong to the beggar.Next month we leave town to start a new life. Not as beggar and prostitute but as man and wife
may you find your love as i a have found mine.

yourstruly
Elizabeth.

David was a Surgeon and lived in Newcastle.He had been seen several times with Elizabeth but no one thought they was anything serious.The fleet was diverted to David 's house.A knock at the door did not help as no one seemed to answer. The detective gave an order that the door be opened.Inside the house was nothing except for Davids body hanging on the ceiling and a note written
.
what if i loved her...
what if i say she never loved me
what if she ever really wanted was the beggar...
then i would be left with one choice..
to shoot her....

the end

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