From THE 7 1/2 DEATHS OF EVELYN HARDCASTLE by Stuart Turton
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This is from the 7.5 deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stewart Tartan Evelyn. I say motion for quiet. She takes a step closer to the corridor, unsettled by this sudden caution. My body tenses, but she breaks the spell with laughter, soared. Sebastian, I was listening out for my father. Your father, I say. Puzzled. He's staying here. She says he's supposed to be out hunting, but I didn't want to risk bumping into him if he was running late. I'm afraid we don't like each other terribly much. Therefore, I have the chance to ask any more questions. She beckons me into a tiled hallway and open air. A staircase. The bear wouldn't steps shrieking beneath our feet. I keep toe heels snatching backward glances. Every few stamps. The gatehouse is narrow and crooked. Doors set into the walls at odd angles like teeth grown wild in the mouth. Wind whistles through the windows, carrying with it the smell of the rain, the entire place seeming to rattle on its foundations. Everything about this house seems designed to unseat the nerves. Why put the butler allowed here? I asked Evelyn, who's trying to choose between the doors either side of us. There must have been somewhere more comfortable all the rooms in the main house of Full, and Dr Dickey ordered peace and quiet and a good fire. Believe it or not, this might be the best place for him. Come on, let's take this one, she says, wrapping lightly on the door to our left, pushing it open when there's no response. A tall fellow in a charcoal stained shirt is bound by his wrists and dangling from a hook on the ceiling, his feet only barely touching the floor. He's unconscious ahead, full of dark, curly hair slumped against his chest, Blood spackling his face. No, must be the other side, says Evelyn, her voice bland and unconcerned. What the devil, I say, taking a step back in alarm. Who is this man Neverland? This's Gregory Gold, the fellow who assaulted our butler, says Evelyn, eyeing him as one would a butterfly binned door got bored. The butler was my father's bad man. During the wall. Seems Father's taking the assault rather personally. Personally, I say evey, he's been strung up like a pig. Father's never pin a subtle man or a particularly clever one. She drugs. I suspect the two things go hand in hand,