I had looked to him worried and when he spoke of the murders. I felt uneasy, really uneasy. I had a bad feeling of something happening but I didn't know if I could trust him enough to tell him. Yet he came all this way to warn me. I looked to him, "My employer has been acting stranger and stranger of late. I don't know if he is having trouble courting the women but he is already been very vocal about his emotions." I said and felt like crying. I never liked to be yelled at but I always was yelled at. My Employer always yelled at me for something. But him shattering a glass after I left the room and him snapping at me like he did told me there was more to it. "He came in earlier demanding whiskey and then shattered the glass in his room when he got even more frustrated. Something isn't right and I feel something bad is gonna happen." I babbled to the thief. I hugged myself and sobbed quietly, rubbing my eyes as I smeared makeup on my face. I turned away from him, not liking people seeing me cry. "I don't mean to cry in front of you," I said to him quietly.