*By the time Edmund beckoned her over she had briefly inspected the only trellis that lead to a open winder. There appeared to be no damage along it. She had also quickly scouted about the garden, sometimes bending on one knee to sniff at the flowers. She approached the mansion slowly as she looked along the ground. Sadly if their criminal had arrived or left by horse there was too many tracks to follow any one in particular as the became muddled with those on the street.*<br/><br/>*She walked up the siars while two constables moved down obviously the ones up until down having been looking after the room where the crime happened. One face pale and sweaty while the others eyes seems slightly glazed over.*<br/><br/>*Her breath caught in her throat slightly as she entered the bedroom. Though the victims body was covered currently the smell, the heat and the bloody patch could not be ignored.*<br/><br/>*Though Edmund seemed to be in far worse condition, standing right next tot he open window. His face contorted slightly;y into a grimace while his cheeks seemed to grow increasingly redder and darker every second that[passed.*<br/><br/>"Do we have a inventory now?"<br/><br/>"That we do."<br/><br/>*He reached into one of his pockets and slipped a piece of paper out, not truly turning to face her as she accepted it gently. The inventory was quite large but a few items were missing. One music box, some jewelery and a family heirloom doll.*<br/><br/>"She lowered the piece of paper to her side as she scanned the room. This room and the rest of the house were very lavish showing welath and to some degree taste. Yet the thief had only taken these items in particular.*<br/><br/>"This crime was not for money."<br/><br/>*She stated simply as she finally started to move toward sthe body. She pulled the sheet down as she chewed her lower lip. Taken int he grim view before slipping a note book and pencil from another pocket she began to make mental notes as well as the physcail. Scribing down what she saw.*<br/><br/>"She was not killed by the throat either, though witht he amount of blood would be easy to miss. It looks like the blade went up and through her chin. A quite silent and hopefully for this lady a quick death."<br/><br/>*Edmund had started to cough at the window, lifting his hand open to cover his mouth still not truly daring to look into the room any more than he dared.*<br/><br/>"But why kill this one? If the recent spate of robberies are all linked?"<br/><br/>"Maybe the victim woke up, perhaps the criminal accidentally caused the music box to chime."<br/><br/>*Edmund merely nodded his head slightly, even now his flair and confidence leaving him.*<br/><br/>"What makes you think it was not for money?"<br/><br/>"If you look around you will see the answer is very simple. The lady of the house is dead, to our knowledge there is no one here to disturb her and yet the criminal only takes a handful of items. The only problem could of been their transport.*