“Laurence, what have you done?” She cried out loud. “I warned Joseph you might be dangerous, but he never listened to me!” Fearing for her own life, Corina ran from the study, but Laurence caught her just beyond the threshold. Laurence pulled her back violently by the elbow. “And what, Stepmother, made you believe I might be harmful?” The crazed, and wild expression in his eyes terrified Corina as he moved in closer. “Why do you say that, Corina, have I ever given you any reason not to trust me?” Laurence growled. “You killed my husband, I believe that gives me more than enough reason not to trust you . . . and Jocasta, I know you killed her too! A riding accident, I suspect not, she was a first place equestrian, Jocasta never would have fallen so clumsily!”
Corina ran farther down the hall, but Laurence was quick to catch up. Laurence had Corina trapped at the top of the staircase, and he wrapped his hand tightly around her wrist. “You are forgetting one thing, dear, Stepmother, accidents do happen!” Laurence advised. Corina grabbed onto the sleeve of Laurence’s waist coat, she was determined not to let go of him. “You may try to get rid of me, but if you push me, we fall together!” She shrieked. “Think again!” Laurence jerked his hand away from her wrist, and knocked her hand from his waist coat with his fist. Corina struggled to keep her balance, but she knew too much, Laurence had to get rid of her. “Laurence, no!” He reached out and pushed her violently from the stair, her screams echoed through the hall as she somersaulted down the winding staircase. Laurence started at the top of the staircase, his father’s favorite drink, a full bottle of Cognac was wasted when Laurence decided to drown the house with the flammable liquor. He basted the wooden staircase with the volatile substance, followed by the front hall, was the parlor, he soaked the velvet curtains with it too, the trail of Cognac was led across his father’s body, down the staircase and over his stepmothers body, all would be reduced to ashes if all went as planned. Laurence struck a match to the wooden banister, the flame ignited and Laurence tossed it to the floor, a puddle of Cognac lay at his feet. The wooden staircase was first to light up in flames. He jumped through the fire circling at his heels, and made his getaway through the wine cellar beneath the house.
Captain Chamberlain’s son watched from afar as his father’s manor became a towering inferno, the majestic manor, which the Captain placed his faith and money into all these years, was reduced to little more than ashes by his own son. The money, most importantly the land, would all become his. The bodies of his father and stepmother were destroyed by the fire, as was the evidence of his dastardly deeds.