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TheBannister
The Barrister wore a plaid wool dickey made of yellow yarn it was always cleaned once a week the yardenor came to the manor at Penrose and washed out the dickey with color indicator bleach the thing was always on the Barrister swore rather loudly the day it was gone. WHO he was cursing rather badly WHO has stolen my dickey prithee eye pray thee please tell me WHO. He carefully started down the work roughened Bannister the Barrister had had the bannister fixed to make it a non slip grip for his aging hand to hold as he stepped rather gingerly down the steps he put his full weight every time on every step as iff it was supposed to be that way for an old man to walk but this time was differant. He reached for the third step holding the bannister and both feet leveled off into the thin air he grabbed with both hands to the bannister there and found himself slipping in air the bannister arm was greased like a greasy bannister arm with some sort of slippery substance just out of reach on either side of the steps was the lifeline that the yardenor left he felt the old man should have something to grab in the event of a fall. The Barrister is sliding down he grabs the line the line grows taught and fires a gun the bullit hits the banisters arm as he falls just missing his heart. His head lies near the last step of the bannister caught in the blades that were spinning below when he slid in the hole near the end of the stairwell his hands still clutching feebily at the bannister sliding even further in the grease as post mortem evictus sets in the blades release a gas of nitrous oxide onto the head when the Detective came into the room to survey this doom he half expected the roof to cave in on the Barristers dead head and hands on the Bannister.
