Mrs Peacock in the Billiard Room I had arrived fashionably late, as per usual. Stepping out of the carriage, I let my dress fall to the ground, being careful not to dirty its hem. As I meandered up the stairs the door let out a soft creak. It was ajar. I would have frowned if I cared to deepen the already delicate wrinkles forming on my otherwise smooth face. Although usually in some sort of rush, Mr. Black was not the sort to carelessly leave doors open.
Pushing the door open revealed an empty entry way. Strange, I thought to myself. I could have sworn that everyone else had arrived already. I pulled my jade cigarette holder, an expensive pack of smokes, and a genuine jeweled lighter out of my purse. Flicking the igniter, I lit the cigarette and took a long drag. I shrugged my mink coat off my shoulders, but before I could hang it up, BANG! The sound of a gunshot startled me and I dropped it to the floor.