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.
“Is it possible that the death was down to something you served? I am not suggesting you are responsible for the death, of course, but could there have been an allergic reaction to something you served?”
“I doubt that, Inspector Knowles, the victim was found dead in his seat without any outward signs of distress, as though he had been poisoned. Allergic reactions are usually more noticeable and people enquire regarding your health.”
“Well that is something we will have to establish when we examine the body, but thank you for the information, Carly. Please don’t leave the scene until we have agreed it’s OK to do so.”
Carly Waferr nodded her head in a slightly dejected fashion – there was no point in going home because Inspector Knowles knew exactly where she lived and would come and fetch her; he had done that before a few weeks previously in connection with another matter.
Knowles smiled and then turned around to look at the steam train in the station. The carriages were chocolate and yellow with numbers painted in white on each of the doors. As he walked along the platform he saw the locomotive had two small wheels at the front and then two larger wheels after, which Knowles thought made the train have a 4-4-0 configuration. The rain was evaporating in small puffs of steam as it hit the green engine. Knowles could see his reflection in the polished surface and wondered if that’s what an alien version of himself from another galaxy would look like. He hoped not.
Knowles saw his Sergeant talking to Dr Crabtree and thought it was about time to start his investigation. He glanced into the dimly lit station cafe with its white walls and orange-upholstered metal chairs and saw a couple of uniforms, including Linda Smythe, talking to some people who were wanting to go home. He knew Linda would placate them for a while, but it was time to start taking their statements and finding out who everyone was and what their role in the day’s entertainment really involved. Some were members of the Round Table and others had to be actors, hired to play their role with a degree of conviction. One of them had to be the intended victim and Knowles wanted to know whether that person felt disappointed not to have died this day. The harassed tea-ladies were pouring tea from a large urn for everyone and opening packets of biscuits to stave off the hunger pangs. The perspex display cabinet by the counter contained a solitary green apple and three white plates with a covering of light-brown crumbs. Knowles remembered days when his dessert plate would have looked like that after he’d polished off a large portion of cheesecake. Those days were long gone and he felt much better for it.”
“Sir, Dr Crabtree would like to talk to you about the victim.” Sergeant Barnes smiled at Knowles and pointed helpfully towards the end of the platform.
“Thanks, Barnesy, and who is our victim?”