The butler cleans, the butler tidies up and when one must, disposes of corpses left by one's employer. If there is one reason to value having a butler in these times; it is for the discretion that one does ones work, even if it means becoming an accomplice to a psychopathic murderer who always where's a mask and uses a device to scramble his or her's voice, after all these long years working for the murderer, even I am not sure of his true identity. Or if he really is a 'he'.
One night after serving, if I might say, a delicious meal. He called me over, telling me there was another body to dispose of. Regrettably I agreed to arrange the finer details of the victims disappearing act. As well as being an accomplice to murder, I might add breaking and entering, fraud, and perverting the course of justice to the list. Of course it would be a foolish thought to think my meagre skills could keep a body or disappearance from ever surfacing. But corpses are found and sometimes the choice of a five week stay in Honolulu, without proper notice, is so out of character that is raises the authorities suspicions.
Unfortunately that is what happened quite recently. Another murderer, that my employer had the joy of partnering with for some time, is now dead. Lynched by the bigots who think they can bring down the heavy hand of justice themselves and not live to regret it. Even I, to throw off the scent, have had to associate myself with them and witness the brutality they use when they believe they have found the the killer.
However, I think this mistake has brought about my employer'a ire. He is understandably disappointed with the level that I do my work, even I believe that I am slipping, starting to regret my actions. But those are the risks that I chose to live with. I must not give up.
Despite my best efforts to regain my employer's favour, the worst came to pass.
He invited me to tea, it was unprofessional, but I accepted.
The thought of reconciling with my employer, putting aside the mistakes of the past and carrying on working for him, distracted me from his true intentions. After a few sips of the delicious oolong tea, I could feel a heavy haze wash over me, my body was paralysed, all I could do was watch.
He got closer and closer, knife in hand, before he slit my throat, I asked one question.
"Why?"