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My intention has always been to write a cozy mystery based on a hotel housekeeper. I am addicted to reading English mysteries, but writing one is another thing. For the last day of the #Challenge, I had fun playing with a character named Zelda. Here is a brief nod to a favorite genre.
The hotel maid was working her way down the hallway pushing a squeaky cart filled with fresh towels and bed linens. She stopped before each door, knocked and called out, “Housekeeping.” I hurried to leave my room so the bed could be remade, the bathroom tidied. If not for F. Scott Fitzgerald’s, Zelda, I might not have remembered this was the name I’d seen on the maid’s name tag pinned to her uniform. We chatted briefly several times. It was clear to me that she was bright enough to realized how anonymous she was to the guests. They ignored her presence taking for granted that she would clean up their newspapers strewed on the floor and hoover the food crumbs away. She was only the person who replaced the wet towels thrown over the bathtub’s edge.
I stepped into the hall when Zelda screamed and backed out of the room next door. She pointed back into the room. I saw a body crumpled on the floor. In anguish she said, “How will I ever get the blood out of the carpet?”
In a matter of hours, the entire Village knew that Zelda had found the body of the famous actress staying the weekend up at the hotel. She had been stabbed and left for dead in the room next door to where I slept. I was only inconvenienced for a few days as the hotel guests were retained and questioned. I had no doubt that the Inspector and his Sergeant would solve the crime given time and cooperation. The day I was able to check out I pressed a tip into Zelda’s hand, thanking her for her service. She confided, “I haven’t bought a pint in the pub for several days.” She batted her eyes mischievously. “The young lads now find me interesting and exciting.” She lowered her voice, “I got a pay raise to compensate for my trauma.” She laughed, “I laid it on pretty thick.” She turned and started to push her cart down the hall. Now linked to a village mystery, I thought she stood more erect. Her new role as a lady of intrigue suited her.
The Solution To The Crime: A jealous actor who lost the part did it, of course.