What time you call this?

She returned a few seconds later, there was a little glimmer of sitisfaction on her face.She paused in the centre of the h all(prenominal), as though query what to do next. whence, suddenly, she turned and went across into her husbands study.On the desk she found his address book, and after hunting through it for a while she picked up the phone and dialled a number.Hello, she said. see this is Nine East Sixty-second Street . . . Yes, thats right. Could you send someone round as soon as possible, do you think? Yes, it seems to be stuck between the second, and third floors. At least, thats where the indicators pointing . . . Right away? Oh, thats very kind of you. You see, my legs arent any too good for walking up a lot of stairs. Thank you so much. Good-bye. She replaced the receiver and sat there at her husbands desk, patiently waiting for the man who would be coming soon to repair the lift.What time do you call this? she saidThe repairman replied, advantageously sorry for runn ing late but my car broke downOh well dont worry but I w diabetic not be gainful you full price she declaredHe replied in a rudely manner Okay madam, Im really sorry, it wasnt entirely my faultShe interrupted Quick, quick Ill wealthy person to dust the house before my husband comes home, im tired as it isThe repairman started fixing the elevator, it was continuously playing up. the repair man said this is too sedate to be in use and someone should have been called out weeks ago other than that it should be working in any second presentlyShe replied, Oh thank dear, I shall be paying you nineteen dollarsOh yes that will do he said with a disappointed sigh.The repairman started fixing the elevator, he took out a few tools, a spanner, screw driver and a hand drill, he tried and tried to open the jammed elevator but it wouldnt open, Mrs Foster adage this so she offered to help, do you need help there mister?Well, he said with a surprised face mrs I havent got the right tools so ill have to come back tomorrowNo you will not I need it fixed now, so it will get fixed now also I have some tools under the sink in the kitchen she declaredIll have a look, hopefully you have a crowbar, thats all I need he repliedFast, fast I dont much have time, she said.So the man got the crowbar, puke one end in the gap and put all his weight in the other, Then a little gap emerged and a sudden stench infested the nose of the repairman.Orrghh that bloody smells he yelledWhat, what is the matter? She shoutedMrs foster then went towards the elevator and said open up well see what has made that ghastly smell if you be quickThen man opened up the rest of the lift so they could see what in the lift.Oh my little smooch, my cat, my cat its dead she wailedI better get a grasp he said with a confused face.He got a bag for the cat. Mrs foster was surprised and disappointed, and she showed a glimmer of dissatisfaction, the cry sounded rather unreal, not usual cry that her pet had got stuck i n the lift and died but an obvious exaggerated cry.Heres nineteen dollars, she saidOh thanks, hopefully no problems should reoccur he saidSo the man left the house, she was slightly upset. She got in the elevator and went up to her bedroom, she put down the suitcase and lied down on the luxurious bed that she had, it consists of a king bed, which had a crown looking thing at each corner of the bed. Half asleep she heard a creeping noise of footsteps she concept it was nothing but her mind playing on her. The noise got closer and closer, but she was getting sleepier and sleepier. With her eyes slightly closed she could feel a arse over her,She reluctantly opened her eyes and to her amazement it was Mr foster,Its alright your safe with me, go back to sleep he mutteredWhile she was falling into deep asleep, he quietly went to the closet and opens the drawHe took a sharp object and walked over to the bed was went towards Mrs foster, put his hand in a plastic bag then stabbed her in th e neck.