This excerpt is from the book entitled The Manton Rempville Murders an English Murder 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.
An English Murder Mystery book set in the countryside.
“They are, Inspector; in which order should people come and be interviewed?”
“In the order they handed in their statements; you have some in your hand already, so let’s get the others and we can begin the interviews.”
Knowles gathered the remaining statements and decided to interview Gertrude Johnson first.
He explained to the assembled people, “I will interview Mrs. Johnson first – once our interview is finished I will then send for the next person; I would appreciate it if you remain in this room until all the interviews have been completed.”
“But that could take ages,” objected James Beauregard. “I have things to do and people to see, can I go next please?”
“I will see what I can do; I would like to eliminate you all from my enquiries, so leaving the premises won’t allow me to do that, will it?”
“Mrs. Johnson, would you like some help walking over to the coach house?” asked Barnes in his kindest manner.
“No, thank you, young man, I still walk five miles per day on average, so I am sure I can totter over to the coach house.”
“Right, well, I will see you over there then,” said Barnes, knowing when he was not wanted. He looked up to see Henrietta looking at him admiringly. Barnes blushed slightly and hurriedly made his exit.
Knowles looked around the room to see who was talking to whom, but not much conversation was taking place. Bunny Johnson was looking out of the window and seemed to want to be on her own. The younger people were checking their emails or texting. Knowles wondered who was being told what, but decided he could do nothing about it and left the room.
Barnes had found the reading room and positioned two chairs on one side of the table and one on the other. He admired the blue and white striped wallpaper complementing the dark blue ceiling. There were some artificial flowers in a red vase on the piano. The low sun was bathing the room in a gentle light.
Knowles arrived just ahead of Mrs. Johnson and they sat down at the same time. He quickly read Mrs. Johnson’s statement and handed it to Barnes. Knowles looked at the older woman and smiled.
“You were asleep between 10:00p.m. and midnight? Is that true? You didn’t wake up at all?”
“I did wake up at some point during the night, to go to the toilet, but that was all. I think I heard someone outside our door, but I am not a hundred per cent sure.”
“Which is your room?”
“Our bedroom is the one above the sports room, Inspector, where you saw the billiard table.”
“Any idea of the time you heard someone outside your door?”
“None, Inspector, my husband blocks the fluorescent light from the alarm clock with his glasses case and my watch is kept in the drawer. But wait, I heard the bells from St Anthony’s church ringing briefly when I woke.”
“Do they ring every hour?”