Chapter twelveConfusion reigned. In no time at all the news spread throughout the palace and went like a prairie fire into the city. The enigma of the locked room tantalized. People openly connected all the murders in conversation, and rumor piled upon rumor. Doors were locked tightly at night, few people ventured onto the streets.
Beside the tortured body of the cadade, Ringald the Iarvin, we found a shield-shaped piece of paper. Blood spattered its whiteness. The figure one, boldly inscribed, superposed pictures of a fighting sword and an axe.
This made me think on. There had been three previous murders, so how could this be number one? Unless, of course, they were not connected. My conviction was that they most certainly had something to do with one another. Maybe whoever was carrying
