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.
“I wonder who this is?” said Barnes, pleased to be able to change the subject, “it’s probably the gardener judging by his gloves.”
“Afternoon, gentlemen. Are you the police who require my presence in the lower library?”
“Indeed we are, I am Sergeant Barnes and this is Inspector Knowles.”
“Pleased to meet you both. I am the gardener, Jim Jenkins. I will see you in there in a few minutes; it’ll take me an age to take my boots off.” A slight grin split Jim Jenkins’ ruddy complexion.
Suddenly, a slim, bearded man of average height came out of the house and started to march towards the two policemen. He completely ignored Jenkins, who stared at him in vain for some hope of recognition.
“Which one of you two oafs is in charge?”
“Neither of us is an oaf and I am the more senior officer. The name is Knowles, Detective Inspector Knowles, and this is my Detective Sergeant, Rod Barnes.”
“Well, Inspector,” said the man, drawing himself up to his full height of five feet seven inches, “I am a personal friend of the Chief Constable of this county and he will be hearing about your damned impertinence in suggesting that one of my family could be involved in someone’s death. My name is Sir Michael Johnson.”
“Sir Michael, please go to the lower library and let us explain everything to everyone when they are gathered together,” suggested Knowles with all the tact he could muster.
“You do not tell me what to do in my own house. Let’s get that clear.”
“I am in charge of a murder investigation. I need to remove everyone in this house from my list of suspects. The best way to do this is to speak to you all at the same time initially and then take individual statements afterwards.”
“I am going to complain to the Chief Constable about this method of interrogation you are employing.”
“Don’t complain too much, Sir Michael, it’s Alan’s, sorry the Chief Constable’s, preferred method in these situations – one he recommended to me as a matter of fact.”
Barnes looked surprised at this comment – he didn’t think that Knowles knew the Chief Constable. Sir Michael looked taken aback and scratched his beard, slightly unsure of what to make of the comment.
“Let’s get on with it then and see if it works – how long do we have to wait?”
“We will be there in a few minutes, I am just letting everyone gather together and settle down.”
“I see, is that something the Chief Constable recommends too?”
“This part is optional. I will see you in a few minutes.”