“I will find out what’s going on there as soon as Ivan’s gone,” Myrtle told herself and rushed along towards the other staircase.
“I wonder what just happened there? An unexpected visitor? A stray cat or a rat in the kitchen?” she asked herself as she hurried along.
Once she reached her bedroom, Myrtle shut the door behind herself and locked it, making as little noise as possible.
She walked over to the cupboard where she kept her perfume and jewellery.
“It’s a good thing that I still have this oil here,” she said as she removed the small bottle from behind the others.
“Good that I bought this perfumed oil in India years ago. It was a splendid idea. It’s so much more than just a perfume. It has healing as well as relaxation qualities. Hopefully it can help Ivan with supernatural vision as well,” she told herself as she closed the wardrobe door. She wore a hopeful grin on her face at this point. She kissed the bottle for good luck before unlocking her bedroom door.