Frisby Waterless Murders – 22

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.


“Who was the man bobbing along behind her?”


“Her husband, poor man, Mike Smedley and their two children, John and Katherine who insists on being known as Kate. Not Kathy, but Kate.”


“Like mother like daughter?”


“Yes, sir. Got it in one.”


“Did she or any of the other Smedleys see anything suspicious? Were they given biros to write with?”


“Yes, Sally said that she thought that Mrs Harkness opened the window when she sat down at the beginning of the journey, but that the male steward closed it soon afterwards. John said he left his pen on the train and Kate said hers didn’t work.”


“And what about Mike Smedley?”


“He didn’t say that much other than to say the smoke came in to the carriage from both sets of windows, one on each side of the Major’s seat. There’s no seat under the window to the left-hand side of the major, so any passer-by could have opened it and possibly not been seen.”


“And when the smoke came in, where did they go?”


“They went and stood by the door at the opposite end of the train to the engine. That door wasn’t under the bridge so they were able to breathe in fresh air.”


“Very sensible, so what did Sally say to you after the others had gone?”


“She was telling me that the Major might have had a few enemies because of his military past both in Iraq and Northern Ireland.”


“And how would she know that?” queried Knowles rubbing the nape of his neck.


“Well I did ask her and she said ‘coffee morning talk’.”


“And she only said that after the other three Smedleys were out of earshot?”


“Very deliberately out of earshot – in fact, having thought about it,” Barnes creased his forehead slightly, ”I think her anger might have been a front to talk to me on her own.”

Published by Julian Worker

Julian was born in Leicester, attended school in Yorkshire, and university in Liverpool. He has been to 94 countries and territories and intends to make the 100 when travel is easier. He writes travel books, murder / mysteries and absurd fiction. His sense of humour is distilled from The Marx Brothers, Monty Python, Fawlty Towers, and Midsomer Murders. His latest book is about a Buddhist cat who tries to help his squirrel friend fly further from a children's slide.

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