The Black Hill Hotel Mystery – 61

This excerpt is from the book entitled The Black Hill Hotel Mystery an English Murder Mystery book set in the winter countryside, starring two policemen who have been working together for a few years and get along well.


“Someone took it from him, must have, but let’s ask him nonetheless,” said Knowles, “and see what he says. Someone either took it from him or someone is trying to incriminate him.”


“Or someone just got very careless,” said Barnes, “because they’re not used to the cloak-and-dagger stuff and made a mistake.”


Knowles and Barnes came to the car park. “There are four cars here,” said Knowles, “all of them under the snow and all of them look similar, but I wonder whose is which.”


“We should ask,” said Barnes.


“Ask Andrew,” said Knowles, “and don’t ask the guests, we don’t want them to change any plans they may have. That one there,” he pointed to the leftmost car, “is very close to that wall and I would gather that the driver was hoping to be sheltered from the snow by the wall, but that’s not happened, has it? And that car,” he pointed to the second car from the right,” is the largest of the four.”


“I will ask about the cars,” said Barnes, “your Landrover looks good, I presume it could drive out of here now?”


“I am sure it could, if it could get a grip on the road with the back wheels, so a little digging might be required.”


“Just like with the case, sir,” said Barnes, “just like with the case.”


“I think we’re very close to resolving everything,” said Knowles, “apart from Mr Wooster’s non-appearance, of course.”


He was just about to open the front door of the hotel when they heard a high-pitched scream coming from the road. They quickly retraced their steps and saw Wanda Bowles holding Anne close to her. Anne was looking back behind and pointing.


“Wanda, what has happened?” asked Barnes.


“Anne was grabbing some snow to make a snowball and her hand touched something clammy and when she looked down, she saw her hand had come into contact with a human hand.”


“It’s a body, a man’s body,” said Anne crying, “I have to wash my hand, I have to wash my hand, it touched him – he’s lying on his side in a ditch, he’s very dead, Inspector Knowles.”


Published by Julian Worker

I was born in Leicester. I attended school in Yorkshire and University in Liverpool. I have been to 93 countries and territories including The Balkans and Armenia in 2015, France and Slovakia in 2016, and some of the Greek Islands in 2017. My sense of humour is distilled from The Goons, Monty Python, Fawlty Towers, and Midsomer Murders. I love being creative in my writing and I love writing about travelling. My next books are a travel book about Greece and a novel inspired by Brexit.

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