Answer:
I wear a red robe with staff in hand and a stone in my throat.
My days are numbered. What am I?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I have leaves on my fruit my fruit is on my leaves.
I'm sometimes white but most often I'm black. I take you there but never bring you back.
Why was the cook arrested?