A night to remember, a day to forget.

London ( Chapter 6)

Positioned by the door, Johnny focalized all his assiduity on the unacquainted reverberates. Tentatively opening the door, his vision required a minute to adjust to the nocturnal hallway. Johnny slid along the floor in the stockinged feet, moving upstairs by utilizing the staircase’s left-hand side, kenning it creaked less. Reaching the landing, he distinguished a silhouette sneaking towards the end of the gallery. Moonlight followed the person, and something shimmered in its hand. Johnny instinctively and inaudibly stalked the trespasser from behind. And just as the stranger turned the doorknob of Miss. A’s door, taking aim and yelling, “You belong to me!” Johnny sprinted and pounced; both men flew through the doorway, landing into her bedchambers. A gunshot fired in the dark, accompanied by a woman’s scream.

Miss. A quickly turned on the light discovering Johnny wrestling with the gunman. They were going at each other’s throats like wild beasts fighting for territory, squabbling for the advantage. Johnny managed to slam the intruder’s hand against the floor hard enough, resulting in a release. Mrs. Jenkins, wheezing from running up three flights of stairs, snatched it, pointing at the assailant. Mr. Couper had already summoned the local constable.