"Spinal cord snapped, and assorted broken bones." the forensic guy said.
"Did he fall or was he pushed?" I asked.
"wont know for sure till I get him back to the lab; but I think he was thrown"
"poor old guy" I said sympathetically.
"broke that table on the landing before bouncing off the wall and landing here." he added "by my guess he was thrown by his left leg."
"did he work here?" I asked.
"Yeah, the gardener apparently." I went up stairs, avoiding the broken table, and arrived at the top of the stairs. the door in front of me was slightly ajar so I walked in; it was the master bedroom. I was about leave when i heard a sob, it came from the closet. I slid open the door and in the corner was a maid, crying.
"You alright miss?" she just kept crying "uh, ma'am?"
"I can't believe I killed him." at that I put my hand on my gun.
"please step out of the closet," I said. she stood up slowly and sat down on the bed pulling her knees up around her and rocking back and forth.
"Why'd you kill him?" I asked.
"He wouldn't pray." she said "So I threw him down the stairs."
she started reciting a rhyme.
"Goosey, Goosey gander, whither shall I wander? upstairs and downstairs and in my lady's chamber. There I met an old man who wouldn't say his prayers, so I took him by his left leg and threw him down the stairs."