This excerpt is from the book entitled The Frisby Waterless Murders, an English Murrder Mystery book set in the countryside, starring two policemen who have been working together for a few years and get along really well. There’s lots of dialogue and banter with some humour thrown in amongst the murders and suspects.

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“Again, not necessarily, the murderer could have used a biro or a recorder or some other small tube.”

 

“Once you have vacated the carriage I will ask the uniforms to perform a thorough search and see what they can find that’s tubular. A recorder would be an interesting murder weapon I have to say and would be a first for me.”

 

“Very different from a heavy cavalry sword, Colin.”

 

“Indeed, very different – do you know where the train manager is? I should talk to him first and see what happened on the journey.”

 

“He’s still on the train I believe looking after the victim’s wife and signing our paperwork on behalf of the owners.”

 

“OK, doc I will have a look at the body when you’ve had a chance to determine the exact course of death. Oh here’s Sergeant Barnes looking all eager. Barnesy, what do you have to tell me?”

 

“The major did indeed have a ‘war wound’ – he was shot in the left thigh in Iraq in 1990 and so had great difficulty in sitting comfortably without having this leg stretched out in front of him.”

 

“So he changed seats, did he,” enquired Dr Crabtree, “mistaken identity do you think Colin?”

 

“Well, it’s a possibility we shall have to investigate, Dr Crabtree. Anyway, I won’t keep you – let’s get the autopsy underway. We have some statements to take and let these people go home. Some of them will have had a shock.”

 

Dr Crabtree smiled and returned to the train. He knew Knowles was half-hoping a member of an Amazonian tribe had fired a dart through an open window from a bridge over the track and had then climbed aboard the train and during a distraction had removed the dart unseen from the victim’s neck.

 

Knowles was managing to keep a reasonably open mind about the case so far, but he did know that the people on the train would soon lose patience. “Barnesy, can you start taking statements from the members of The Round Table and ask Linda to do the same with the actors or members of the troupe, whatever they call themselves.”

 

“The Little Flixton Players, sir, is their correct name and I will ask Linda to interview them.”