His Favorite Painting

It was around ten in the evening when everyone in the mansion settled down. Simione had finished dinner and was then on her nightgown looking through the big glass window admiring the tranquility of the scenery outside. The moon was bright and the trees beneath danced gracefully in the night breeze. 

She was supposed to be in bed by then but her evil schemes couldn't wait for the morning. So, she waited until such a time when she could be sure all the servants were resting in their quarters before she planned to execute her crimes. Hopefully, her dear beloved soon to be groom will be thoroughly surprised by her gift. It's his fault anyway. For how careless could he be on putting all his prized possessions next to his prisoner?