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The Cardinal's Slippers (standard:mystery, 1348 words) | |||
Author: Gibbon | Added: Jan 21 2003 | Views/Reads: 3716/2333 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
A humourous mystery set in an old English castle. The Lord of the manner gets an unexpected surprise when he opens a box that has been locked for many years. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story 'Luckily' Mrs Hinckley had grabbed a torch on her way out so they could see where they were putting there feet, or more importantly where Lord Postlethwaite was putting his feet. Then, as the slippers loosened their grip and set poor Lord Postlethwaite's lower body free; the flickering light of the torch came to rest on yet another mysterious box. This one was made at out of cast iron and was so rusty and covered with barnacles that it was almost impossible to find a way in. The bedraggled trio decided to take the box back to the castle before opening it, only to find it took two of them to carry the thing. Once back in the library, in front of a warm fire with a hot cup of cocoa, Lord Postlethwaite started to prize the metal box open. It took over an hour to loosen this latch enough to pull back the lid, but Lord and Lady Postlethwaite and Mrs Hinckley were now determined to find an explanation for these most peculiar goings on. The sight that faced their astonished eyes was more wonderful than they could ever have imagined. Gold and jewels sparkled, not dulled by the years. The whole box was filled to the brim with the most incredible bounty the adventurers had ever seen. Lady Postlethwaite adorned herself in priceless jewellery, allowing Mrs Hinckley to wear a diamond-encrusted tiara (just for a little while anyway). Lord Postlethwaite just stared; slack jawed and praised the heavens for the ludicrous slipper episode. After the initial shock of discovering they were about 10 times wealthier than they had been the previous evening, Lord and Lady Postlethwaite noticed a curious cut of slate that bared yet more words, this time, thankfully in English (Lord Postlethwaite had remembered why he never listened in class) that read: 'I, the esteemed and God fearing Cardinal Beeton congratulate thee on your find. Enjoy your newfound wealth, but never forget how it came about. I will be watching thee for the rest of your human lives, and should you disrespect my heritage by leaving this place then your years on this earth will be cursed with a terrible plague. Sincerely, Cardinal Beeton. Lord and Lady Postlethwaite were too engrossed with their incredible find to take heed of this warning. They had no reason to leave the castle now they were so rich, until one day they decided to venture to London to show off their opulence. Unfortunately Lady Postlethwaite's hair began to fall out as soon as they passed the gate, and Lord Postlethwaite was rather alarmed by the running sores that began to cover his entire body. As soon as they returned to the castle grounds, their symptoms seemed to instantly disappear (although Lady Postlethwaite had a little less hair than before). After experiencing the exact same phenomenon each of the five times they tried to leave, the penny dropped. The Cardinal's wealth had come with a cost; the finder could never leave the confines of the castle ground. As the full horror of the situation set in, Lord and Lady Postlethwaite thought they heard damning laughter coming from deep within their prison. The moral of the story? Never try on somebody else's slippers. 1 Tweet
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