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Dangerous companion
“All aboard!” the loud commanding voice woke me up from
my nap. Grabbing my knap-sack I shoved my way through
the crowd towards the train. I jumped onto it and hurriedly
moved from carriage to carriage trying to locate the one in
which Miss Lou was. I could have written to her and asked
for the carriage number, but there was no fun in that. I
wanted to surprise her.
I glanced at my pocket watch that Miss Lou had given me
on my last birthday. I plunged into a nostalgia mood, as I
recollected how fondly Miss Lou who is actually none
other than my dear auntie had taken care of me when I
was young.
“April, April” a shrill, familiar voice cut my thoughts. I
looked up to see the ever smiling face of my Aunt Lou. I
was filled with joy at seeing her. I explained that I had, at
the spur of the moment, decided to accompany her to
Paris. In our excitement, we had forgotten about the other
passengers in the carriage. If not for Aunt Lou’s elderly
companion and nurse, we would have certainly been
carried away during this memorable moment. Miss Prude
(a very apt name for her, I thought) interrupted us curtly,
saying, “Madame, it’s time for your medicine.”
That night, we had a lovely time together. Aunt Lou was
proud to show me her fabulous jewelry collection. Among
her favorites and most expensive was an exquisite
diamond-studded necklace, intricately and skillfully
crafted. On seeing these priceless possessions of hers, I
raised my doubts about their safety. She told me not worry
as she had always kept them in a “poor-looking box” to
avoid suspicion.
In the morning, we had breakfast together and this time
we were not bothered and haunted by Aunt Lou’s
companion. It was on my way to the casher that I noticed
a young and beautiful woman going into the carriage we
had been in a short while ago. I tried to recall the instance
I had seen the familiar face before but I failed.
When I saw Aunt Lou’s smiling face, I forgot everything
about that mysterious lady. Both of us then walked
towards our carriage. We knew something was amiss
when we saw the door ajar. Aunt Lou turned pale and
nearly fainted when she discovered her jewel box was
missing.
I was suddenly reminded of Miss Prude. She was the only
person who had access to the carriage. She might have
overheard us talking about the box during the previous
night. With the help of some concerned passengers and a
train officer, we searched high and low for somebody
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