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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Knowles looked at Linda Smythe and smiled. His thoughts were somewhat darker. Why would they do that? Round Table people surely wouldn’t do things like that? They were too respectable. It wasn’t going to be like Murder on the Orient Express – surely the Major hadn’t been the victim of multiple poisonous darts? Knowles realised he really did have to see Dr Crabtree and quickly for his own sanity.       

Barnes and Knowles arrived back at Scoresby station having travelled from Little Flixton in near silence. Knowles had read the notes from the interviews he’d done and wondered how the murderer had planned his/her attack and whether the smoke entering the carriage had been intended.  It was possible that the smoke had upset the plans as aiming might have been more difficult, but the point was the Major would have been seated for longer than anyone else due to his leg injury. The people would have been rushing by – not noticing the immobile man in their midst.

 

“Barnesy, based on what you’ve been told what do you make of all this?”

 

“Well Inspector, everyone’s stories do seem to tally to a great extent.”

 

“More than you’d expect for twenty-odd people in a confined space?”

 

“Well that’s the big question – they were together for fifty minutes chugging along a single track railway line watching the world go by.”

 

“Well not if they were intending to find out the murderer. Surely the people from The Round Table would all have been watching the actors to see which of them were acting suspiciously and wouldn’t those observers all have had a different view? And why was the keenest investigator, Mr Trimble, put at the end of the carriage facing towards the engine?”

 

Barnes shrugged his shoulders – “We should ask the person who co-ordinated the seating arrangements.”

 

Knowles nodded his head and wondered who that would be – he’d have to ask Gerald Kennedy who’d provided him with his lovely seating plan on blue paper. It was an artistic touch Knowles appreciated; someone had gone to great lengths to make the plan attractive.

 

“The first thing we should do now is go and see Dr Crabtree and discover how the Major died.”

 

“Sounds like a plan, sir,” agreed Barnes as they headed to the Forensics lab.