The Typewriter-3

Well, if you don't mind, I would like to say one thing, ma'am," said Charles, looking at Mrs. Woods.

"How can I object before I hear it, feel free to speak," said Mrs. Woods, looking at Charles.

"Your garden is so beautiful, it feels like a paradise when you look at it, you can't take your eyes off the white statues of angels enchanting among countless black roses, was it built by your late husband Mr. James Wood, " Charles while praising the garden, also asked Mrs. Woods about the person who built that garden.

"No, I have made this garden, I have a lot of love for black color, so there are all kinds of black roses in the garden which have been imported from many countries, black roses also have some memories of my past, the moments that I spent more with Mr. Woods, we lived happily together, which is why there are black roses everywhere in the garden, and white marble sculptures were also made of models, who were paid money", said Mrs. Woods, explaining everything to Charles.

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"Oh, so it must have cost a lot of money, ma'am, and there's still work to do," said Charles, looking at Mrs. Woods.

Now Mrs. Woods' expressions had become a little serious, it was as if Mrs. Woods' eyes were looking at Charles carefully from behind dark glasses, "Yes, there is work to be done on the garden and also on my novel,

Now we'll have to find a new typist," said Mrs. Woods, looking at Charles.

"We have to go now, ma'am," Howard said, cutting off the conversation between the two.

"Ah! What's the hurry, if you two young men don't mind, will you help me put my typist's body in this coffin, please, I'll call the watchman for help too," Mrs. Woods

Looking at both of them requested.

"Oh no ma'am, we're done, let's go", Howard flatly refused Mrs. Woods, probably not wanting to touch the corpse.

"Oh no, it's not like that, we're ready to help you," Charles said to Mrs. Woods and pressed Howard's hand with his right hand to agree.

"Oh... I'm so glad to know that you both have agreed to help, will one of you call the watchman from outside please, most of the servants here at Woods Villa today are not on duty and I have sent those who were there to inform the Church and those who know it", Mrs. Woods expressed her compulsion, which both of them realized their helplessness, which was probably the reason why the refusing Howard helped.

He thought it appropriate to go out and call the watchman, and he left Charles alone in the villa with Mrs. Woods.

"Who else lives in this villa with you at this time, except the servants, ma'am", Charles asked Mrs. Woods without hesitation.

"Me and my typist used to live here, since it is a matter of writing novels, I don't like overcrowding, so no one was allowed to come and go except the servants", said Mrs. Woods again seriously , it seemed to Charles that she was staring at him terribly from behind dark glasses.

"So what kind of novel are you writing, ma'am?" Charles asked Mrs. Woods once again, ignoring everything.

"Ah! My story is based on a true incident from a dark world," replied Mrs. Woods with a cold sigh of relief.

Then she picked up the cigarette case which was made of wood, on a table kept nearby and a lighter was also kept next to it.

On the other hand, Howard, who had gone out to call the watchman for help, now had to cross the garden, in the middle of which a concrete road was built, Howard thought why should the van be troubled for such a distance, so he decided to walk.

He felt that on this pretext, once again, this magnificent beautiful garden would be well seen.

Howard moves forward slowly, the distance from the villa to the guards check post was more, the weather changing color of England from above, Howard had just walked some distance that dark clouds covered the light of the sun and there was a strong lightning in the sky.

The sound of the lightning was so strong that the heart of the good one would be shaken, but still Howard did not lose courage, he started calling the guard as he walked, Charles was relieved of one thing that the rain did not start to wreak its havoc.

But still strong winds were blowing like a gale, due to which Howard was having trouble in seeing properly.

But still Howard kept on moving because of the strong wind blowing, the strong sweet fragrance of the countless black roses had filled the whole atmosphere with its fragrance, Howard took a look over the garden full of those roses, even the storm had no effect on those roses, they were just swinging around in the air, then suddenly "Howard... Howard... Oh my dear Howard", an unknown woman's voice calls out to Howard from behind.

At first, Howard is unable to hear that voice due to the strong wind blowing and keeps on moving forward, but still the sound does not stop coming "Howard ... Howard ... only mine ... Howard look here... dear Howard... hee hee... hee ... hee hee", once again that sweet intoxicating voice called out to Howard with his laughter.

Now Howard stopped his steps and once again waited for that voice to call.

Howard still could not believe his ears, what he heard was not at all believable.

Howard was now frightened and fear had forbid him to react.

"What was your typist's name, ma'am", asked Charles to Mrs. Woods.

"O, her name was Katherine, I used to call her Miss Brown, she was a very sweet and lively hearted girl, used to go to church every sunday, used to meet everyone with love, I don't know the good people go above so early, why does God calls them so soon", said Mrs. Woods, looking at Charles as she took a cigarette out of the cigarette case, lit it, and let out the smoke of relief.

Then she sat down on a single sofa lying in front.

"Why don't you sit down too, you'll be tired of standing for a long time, your friend will take some time to come too", said Mrs. Woods, looking at Charles and pointing with her other hand at the empty sofa.

Charles agreed and sat down on an empty sofa.

"There seems to be a very strong wind outside", said Charles, continuing the conversation.

"Yeah, that's probably why it took longer for your friend to call the watchman," said Mrs. Woods, agreeing to Charles.

"Ma'am, why are there separate statues of female angels and male angels in your garden, while museums and many famous places in London have the same sculptures embracing", Charles asked a question to Mrs. Woods about her garden.

Mrs. Woods looked at Charles once again, and after a brief silence said, "Actually, the angels in my garden have never been able to meet together, so they have been built separately", Charles at first hearing Mrs. Woods' indignant answer,

got a little nervous, then while holding himself said, "I have not understood anything", he pretended to be unaware even after knowing everything.

"I mean these statues are made separately, I didn't want anyone to think they match the ones from the Museum of London or any other place", Mrs Woods deftly told Charles.

The truth was hidden, with the expression on her face, Charles could not have the slightest idea that she was lying.

"Can I see your typewriter, ma'am, I'm very interested in typing too, I recently bought a new typewriter, I'm really looking forward to seeing your typewriter," finally Charles dared asking Mrs. Woods the question which he had been anxious to ask for a long time, doubting whether the typewriter he had bought belonged to the same Woods villa .

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Mrs. Woods' facial expressions became more serious but she skillfully hid them behind her venomous smile and stood up and said, "Come with me", prompting Charles to follow her, Mrs. Woods took Charles in her study room where her typewriter was kept.

"Look, here's my typewriter, I bought it many years ago, but I take special care of its maintenance so it looks the same today", Mrs. Woods took Charles to her study room and said while showing the typewriter.

Charles was very surprised to see the typewriter, it looked like a brand new one, but the typewriter that Charles had was very old, so Charles asked her one more question to clear his doubts "Have you had this before or was there another typewriter," his voice was suspicious.

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