"To Celina J. Olivand. Hi, It's Goldy. I don't want to drag on, so let me get to the point. I'll visit you on April second, and when I leave, you'll be sorry. From Raina Pello."
When Mrs. Jefferson found this note in her dead husband's study, she was beyond terrified. The note looked like it had been there for a thousand years, with the edge crumpling away, but it had been put there at least one hour ago, since she hadn't found that note there two hours ago.
"All the people in this hosue," Mrs. Jefferson shireked. "Come here right now!"
A stunned looking maid hurried into the study, followed by another maid who Mrs. Jefferson didn't recongnize. Then about eight servants entered, followed by dozens visitors.
"Mrs. Jefferson?" A man said, wipping his brow.
Mrs. Jefferson stood up and marched to the center of the crowd. Then she commanded to the servants, "Nobody leaves Lakes Heal Palace until I give the word!"
"What going on?" A young woman asked.
"I have to leave right now!" A fat man declared. "You don't have the right to trap us in!"
"Oh, do I, sir Grant?" Mrs. Jefferson snapped. "Let's see if you'll still protest after you see this," she shoved the note into the man's face.
Sir Grant read out the note. Everyone in the room gasped.
The people began to waver as ladies and gentlemen checked their belongings.
"One of us," Mrs. Jefferson began. "Is Raina Pello."
The people began to whisper and shout as anxious looking men and women headed for the door.
"Stop!" Mrs. Jefferson shouted. "Nobody leaves until I give the word. Today, I'll find the sly theif, who dare break into my house, and put her to jail! I'll make sure the media knows all about it."
The people fell silent. Every eye was nervously looking around, and anxiously trying to find out who was this arcane theif.
"Raina Pello, come forward. This is your last warning." Mrs. Jefferson's sharp eyes swaped the crowd. Nobody moved. "So nobody comes up. Yeah, yeah. Then, I'll have to check everyone's belongings."
Some angry protests arupted from the people as sir Grant stepped up. "Why should we? You don't have the right to order us around. And, who knows that you're not Raina Pello? You might be pretending to be Mrs. Jefferson and steal all our belongings once we show you."
Mrs. Jefferson glared at sir Grant. "So what do you expect me to do? Let the sly theif go free? She threatened to steal all my valuables! If we let the theif go free, the next victim of her might be one of you!"
Nobody argued. Sir Grant looked around and coughed. "Then do as you please," he grumbled.
The people all gave their belongings to Mrs. Jefferson as she looked at them one by one with her sharp eyes. Then finally, her eyes rested on a handkerchief one maid gave her.
"Lucy!" she cried. "Come up here at once!"
A trembling looking maid stood up and headed toward Mrs. Jefferson.
"You, are Raina Pello!" Mrs. Jefferson said accusingly. Then she turned to the crowd. "Look! This handkerchief have the same style of penmanship as this note. She is Raina Pello."
The color from the young maid's face drowned as she fearfully stared at Mrs. Jefferson. "No, no! I'm not she! I'm not she!" The young maid stammered as she looked around for help. But all the people were either shaking their heads or looking away.
Sir Grant sighed as he called the police.
Soon, the police came, and poor Lucianna went to jail. There was a newspaper article of it. It said:
THE THEIF FINALLY RETURNS TO HER RIGHTFUL HOME.
ON NOVEMBER 12, MRS. JEFFERSON FOUND A MISTERIOUS NOTE IN HER DEAD HUSBANDS STUDY. THE NOTE WAS WRITTEN BY THE THEIF, RAINA PELLO, AND MRS. JEFFERSON FOUND OUT THAT IT WAS WRITTEN BY HER OWN MAID, LUCIANNA GINGER. AND THANKS TO MRS. JEFFERSON, THE THEIF WHO ONCE RULED THE WORLD OF CHAOS HAS GONE TO JAIL.
The next night after the article was published, a shadow appeared in the moonlight. It moved swiftly through the dark night. However, from the later testimony of the people, nobody saw anyone that night. But the shadow was a person, actually, it was the enchanting theif herself. "Bye, Skylene," Raina said, blowing a kiss at the mention. "Adios."
"Have you heard the news of Raina Pello?" A man asked. From his name tag, his name was Piverota.
"Of course! She robbed Mrs. Jefferson's house! It's been on the newspaper since the last two weeks. But I wonder how she escaped from the prison." A woman said. Her name was Molly.
"Some gossips tell that Raina Pello is actually a ghost, a pantom." A teenager said. Her name was Violet.
"Don't be stupid, Violet," A boy around Violet's age said. "It's impossible that Raina Pello is a pantom. Then how could she have hands to steal?"
"Be quiet, Jason." Violet glared at the boy. "I said, some 'gossips' said that, not I!"
"So?" Jason inquired. "The reason why you still remember those gossips is because it gave an impression to you. No wonder you decided to come here; The Wonders About Raina Pello."
"Oh yeah? Then why are you here? You're here because you're also interested." Violet retorted.
"When did I say I wasn't interested?" Jason said with a sneer.
"Be quiet up there!" A fat man named Dogly shouted. "The talk show is starting!"
The man was right. The guest section's lights deemed as the stage lights went on. A handsome man dressed in a fine suit came out and adressed the crowd.
"He's John Davis Canal." One of the guests whispered. "He's the famous talk show host!"
"Welcome! Welcome to our talk show, The Wonders About Raina Pello!" Davis's voice filled the whole place.
"Today, we'll be meeting a man, who seeks the wonder. I hereby introduce you, sir Lorance Grant!"
Murmurs arose from the crowd as the fat man stepped on stage. He seated himself at a comfy chair and looked at the crowd with a proud ex-pression.
He opened his mouth and said something that shocked the crowd even more. "In here, is Raina Pello!"