The Manton Rempville Murders – 3

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.


Barnes and Knowles drove their vehicles back to Goat Parva and parked outside The Cottage, the imaginatively named residence of Adelaide Hills and her retriever, Bingo.

“Well, here we go again, sir,” said Barnes as he knocked on the door and heard the mad barking of Bingo inside.

“Bingo is in fine voice today, oh how I have missed those desperate notes of happiness from our favourite retriever,” replied Knowles, “give me a cat any second of the day.”

“And how is your kitty, Gemma?”

“I’ve bought her a male friend from the animal shelter in Madeley. His name is Freddie and he knows who’s boss in our house. He tried to pick a fight with Gemma on his second day in residence and he won’t be doing that again. She has a mean straight right and she scratched his nose quite badly. He was so upset; he hides behind me whenever he can…oh, here is Mrs. Hills.”

Adelaide Hills opened the door and flashed a relieved smile as she recognised the two officers. She looked slightly greyer than the officers remembered her from earlier in the year. Her husband had died a few years previously in a camel dismounting accident and she now lived alone, apart from Bingo. She was always wary about opening her door to anyone.

“Sergeant Barnes and Inspector Knowles, what a surprise! I rather thought we’d never meet like this again, but how wrong I was.”

“Well, we thought the same thing, but Bingo seems to have a nose for dead bodies,” grinned Barnes.

“You won’t be having me followed on my morning walks will you, Inspector Knowles?”

“Not yet, Adelaide, not yet. Could we come in? It’s a bit cold out here.”


“Of course, where are my manners – Bingo, stop there and allow these two gentlemen to pass by.”

Bingo withdrew slightly, but eyed the shoes of the two policemen with great suspicion. As usual, the six foot three inch Barnes had to duck his head to get through the low doorway, but Knowles was a good six inches shorter and didn’t have the same problem.

Knowles and Barnes sat on Adelaide Hills’ settee in her living room and declined her offer of a cup of tea. Barnes straightened his trousers and rubbed a speck of dirt from his left shoe. Knowles just looked crumpled.

Barnes began, “Adelaide, you and Bingo were walking this morning near Manton Rempville when something quite familiar happened.”

“Yes, Sergeant, Bingo started barking when we were walking through the monastery grounds and straining at his leash; I followed him into the refectory where we saw that man who had been stabbed with the sword.”

“Did Bingo take anything?”

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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