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.
“It does doesn’t it, Linda – that’s very inconsiderate of him and very ungentlemanly too,” said Knowles, “what do you reckon, Barnesy, would you have done that?”
“I wouldn’t take my partner to a murder/mystery event, sir,” said Barnes quietly, “in fact I wouldn’t go out with anyone who wanted to go to this type of event.”
“What? Surely, it’s just a bit of fun?”
“Imagine, though, if I wasn’t able to detect who the murderer was? How embarrassing would that be, sir?”
“Especially if your partner got it right and you didn’t, eh Barnesy? What about you, Linda?”
“I’d play Cluedo with them first, sir, and see how they did. And whether they wanted to play twice rather than just once.”
“Testing the waters, good idea, anyway, who was in Seat 8? That was Daisy wasn’t it? Who interviewed her?”
“That was PC Wang, sir,” replied Smythe, “he said she appeared to be rather evasive in her answers and wouldn’t meet his gaze. She was one of the actors and her role was to be the daughter of the deceased, who was not estranged from her mother unlike the role played by Mr Ricketts who was playing the long lost son.”
“Oh yes, I forgot that bit,” said Knowles, rather sheepishly, “carry on Linda, sorry.”
“Daisy arrived with all the other actors, around 9:15 and they boarded the train together and mingled in the kitchen area until it was time to go. She was pestered by the woman opposite her for a few minutes and then when the smoke came in she sat where she was for a few seconds and then headed back to the kitchen area as she knew the way.”
“She knew the way in the smoke? How would she know that?” wondered Barnes.
“She was using the Major as a reference point,” said Knowles, “I bet that’s what she means, the Major was the focus of her thoughts.”
“That’s a bit suspicious isn’t it?” said Smythe.
“Naive, though, if you’re intending to do him harm – makes it too obvious for my liking,” replied Barnes.