The Laundress

Betsy liked her job as a laundress working in the Doctor’s hotel. Nothing was better than removing a stain from a pure white bedsheet or being able to scrub an antique Persian rub until it looked brand new. She took real pride in her work and would do no less than 110% in any laundry she worked for.

The Doctor paid her more than fair for her work, more than any of her friends were making, as a matter of fact. She brought home a whopping $1.70 and was able to set aside sixty cents a day for her dream funds. One day, she would have enough to leave Chicago and go West, where she could open up her hotel finally. It would be a classy place, better than this one, without the hidden rooms and passageways many have been lost in.

But if she had to work anywhere, here, at the ‘Castle’ was better than anywhere else, especially here in Chicago. No other place would appreciate her talents as well as the Doctor did. So what if she had to get blood and shit out of the bedsheets and carpets anytime the Doctor stopped in to visit. She could live with that. After all, he paid her well enough to do just that.

And when the cops asked her what she knew, she’d tell them the truth. Nothing, she had never seen anything happen to any of those people. She was just a laundress. Her job was washing clothes, blankets, and rugs. She had never seen guests in her part of the ‘Castle.’ Then she would tell the cops she had to get back to work and gladly go back to scrubbing the sheets. Because she knew Dr. Holmes would gladly give her a bonus for her loyalty.