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.
“Perhaps Daisy isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed?” said Knowles, “or perhaps it’s the double bluff. No one has ever indicated that murderers have to be clever.”
“Should we ask her to elaborate on knowing her way in the smoke?” asked Barnes.
“Oh I think so, Barnesy, and ask her whether she has any family representatives in the military. She might not like that question if she has something to hide. That’s also two votes for Daisy going to the kitchen – so how reliable is Betty Johnson and her testimony?”
“Is it likely the Major upset someone during his military career?” asked Smythe.
“Well, we can’t assume anything at this stage Linda, but I would think it does have something to do with his military past,” said Knowles, “it might have been a civilian whose life was affected negatively by the Major in some way or a fellow soldier whose career was hampered by The Major. Have you heard anything that would lead you to believe it was something other than the army?”
“Well, not directly, but I thought he’d been involved in some local dispute recently at the fishing club, in Frisby Waterless I think it was, where some money had gone missing from the treasury funds. The Major was the treasurer. Things got out of hand on the riverbank.” Smythe smiled at the thought of it.
“How do things get out of hand on a riverbank; did he throw someone’s catch back in the river?” asked Knowles.
“Instead of the fish I think he pushed one of the members in the river, sir.”
“And presumably that’s against their rules?’ asked Barnes.
“The member wouldn’t have counted towards the competition if he he’d been brought ashore by another member,” said Knowles.
“How did you remember this, Linda?” asked Barnes.
“It just came to me, I suppose, I was looking through the police log at the station and remember reading about this dispute between two older men over some missing money. It was all handbags stuff. It might have been sorted out by a community constable.”
“Who was the other person?” queried Knowles, thankful that Smythe had remembered this incident, which he’d not even heard about.
“That I can’t recall, but I will go and look for you,” said Smythe.