MYSTERY

The thick shadow of mist cloaked the night sky as Violet Edwards strolled down Village Lane.The cobblestones made a noise of clattering;like when a china plate crashes to the floor.The street was aligned with little shops, each one was pitch-black inside, and had closed signs on their rickety doors except one...
This particular shop, had a lantern flickering on and off.It was placed outside the shop window.
Wondering who would be in the shop,Violet quietly opened the door-which made a creak-and gingerly crept into the store and immediately heard speech,not 1 voice,not 2 voices but 3.
Violet could vaguely make out what they were saying.Something about murder; a report in a newspaper.Violet peeped her head around the wall she had been hiding herself with;there they were,the three voices...