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.
“The smoke? Wait – first things first, can we please get Bridie in here to see what happened to the cup the Major was drinking from. If necessary, we will take them all and take his fingerprints. I will phone my constable and ask her to bring Bridie with her.”
Knowles phoned Linda Smythe. “Linda how are you getting on? Really…everything seems to match up so far, well that’s good – listen can you find the steward called Bridie and bring her to the train. We need some help identifying the coffee cup that Major drank from. Yes, right now would be good. Thanks Linda.”
The Inspector switched off his phone and turned back to the train manager.
“Gerald you mentioned smoke, now this is a steam train and so I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised at anything, but smoke in the carriage seems unplanned to me – would I be correct?”
“Yes, Inspector, you would be correct. The train made a stop under the bridge that carries the road to Scoresby and it would appear two of the windows in this carriage had been left open. The result was that smoke came into the carriage and affected the people in Seats 15 and upwards quite badly.”
“Is that a scheduled stop under the bridge?”
“We shouldn’t have any stops, Inspector Knowles, as this is a private line and there should be no impediments to our progress.”
“I shall have to ask the driver why he stopped right there. So, who opened the windows in the carriage?”
“I am not sure – I didn’t even know they were open until the smoke came in.”
“Another thing to check with the passengers. Oh here’s Linda with I presume that’s Bridie?”
Bridie Hill-Powell looked crestfallen. She had been crying and her mascara had run slightly. She was a good-looking girl especially in her black serving uniform.
“Bridie, my name is Inspector Colin Knowles from the local CID, I would like to ask you what happened to the Major’s coffee cup?”
“I didn’t poison him, did I?” screeched Bridie looking alarmed and pulling her blonde hair.