Mayhem for Her Majesty (A Cozy Beatles Mystery Series Book 2) by Kal Smagh

Author:Kal Smagh [Smagh, Kal]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-18T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19: Ms. Mapleton

We entered the service elevator, me in my maid outfit of light green along with my clunky black shoes. Archie in his red coat looking semi-official.

Between us we looked like elopers from our menial labor jobs.

The elevator opened on the sixth floor and we stepped out. There in the hallway was epically-sized Mal Evans and nervous Neil Aspinall who walked off to attend to details.

Mal, a great big, bespectacled, gentle giant, said softly, "Hello Helen. I understand you’re in a spot of trouble."

"Yes."

He sized up Archie, "And who is this? King’s guard?"

"This is Archie. He is helping me."

"Helping you do what?"

"To clear up all this trouble. Can I go in and see the boys?"

He let out a sigh, the air escaping slowly from his lungs, "I’m afraid Brian is in an awful mood. He’s trying to make things better."

He glanced down the long hotel hall, "But it’s a big blow, being dropped from a Royal Command Performance. The boys have been looking forward to this for weeks."

"I know. Please let me in to see them. Please."

He shrugged. What did he have to lose?

I stepped forward and Mal knocked twice on the door and then opened it poking his head in.

I heard him say, "The girl is here, Helen. She wants to speak with you all. Okay to send her in?"

Paul spoke for the group, "Only if she can get us back on the playbill, she got us dropped off of."

I cringed hearing that.

"And if she’s showered," added George.

I had not showered, and right now I didn’t care. I was what I was: a semi-dirty, scuffed up, hell-bent woman.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and pressed forward, Archie right behind me, as Mal pushed the door open.

The intoxicating aroma of warm chocolate chip cookies hit me, wafting over me as I entered their suite, eager Archie in tow at my hip.

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They were playing cards, seated around a table on four elegant yellow velvet chairs.

The suite was enormous with a living area and what looked to be four different bedrooms and even a kitchenette. The furniture was all first class, very fine, upper crust.

Posh.

Two oversized white china plates of cookies and fresh fruit were on a buffet table, untouched. A gift from either adoring fans or the hotel.

John was sipping from a beer bottle.

In between them on a coffee table were a collection of pound notes in a pile, along with coins, both tarnished and shiny.

George smirked, "You’re probably surprised that Scousers like us would get to be in a room as nice as this. It’s likely costing a pretty penny."

John, looking at his cards, referring to Paul, "Speaking of pretty pennies, it’s your turn before I take everyone’s money."

Paul was surveying his hand, not looking up. He laid down a card and then said, "George."

John observed, "Nice green dress. Miss Mapleton now, I presume? Who is the red coat with you?"

I felt Archie stand up a little higher, basking in John’s attention, "Archie Taylor."

Ringo observed the uniform, "Palace man, eh?"

"Until recently.

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