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.
As Knowles and Barnes finished reading the three sentences of the statement the chauffeur appeared in the doorway.
“Please sit down, Mr. Wilkinson,” said Barnes.
“Thank you, sir.” Wilkinson eased his six foot frame into the chair.
“Do you have a first name, Mr. Wilkinson?”
“I do, Sergeant, it’s Barry.”
“Well, Barry, you say in your statement that you were at home with your wife between 10:00p.m. and midnight last night – can she verify that?”
“She can provide an alibi, if that’s what you mean.”
“What’s your wife’s name and where is it you live exactly?”
“She’s called Muriel and we live in an estate house in the village.”
“Yes, close by, should anyone need a lift at a moment’s notice.” Wilkinson grinned and winked at Knowles.
“Are you on call at all times, then?”
“Theoretically, but really it’s just between 8:00a.m. and 6:00p.m. most days, although I have had to pick up Cedric and Toby late at night from various pubs in the area.”
“Boys will be boys, eh?”
“Indeed they will, Sergeant.”
“I think that’s everything for the moment, Barry,” said Knowles. “Could you write your address on this statement so we can check your alibi?”
As Barry Wilkinson wrote his address, Knowles asked him to tell Ellis Hardaker that he was the next person to be interviewed.
Once Wilkinson had left the room, Knowles handed Hardaker’s statement to Barnes and then phoned WPC Smythe at Scoresby station.
“Hello, Linda, did I wake you up?… Sorry – could you go to 3 Hall Street in Manton Rempville and interview Muriel Wilkinson regarding her husband’s activities last night? He claims he was at home with her. Yes. If she could corroborate that statement I’d appreciate it. Thanks.”
Ellis Hardaker strode into the room without introduction and sat down in the chair. His black hair and moustache were neatly trimmed and he was wearing slacks and a purple polo shirt. He fixed his green eyes upon the Inspector.
“I do hope this isn’t going to take very long, Inspector Knowles.”
“We’ll see what we can do for you. Your statement indicates that you went out to dinner with Gwendoline and returned to the Hall around 11:10p.m. and then went to bed at once.”
“Precisely, that’s what I wrote and that’s what happened.”
“You both went to bed at the same time?”
“Gwendoline had a shower and then I had one after her.”
“You didn’t shower together, then?”
“No we didn’t – when I got to our bedroom I realised I had left something in the car and went downstairs to get it.”
“Did anyone see you, Mr. Hardaker?”
“They may have, but I didn’t see anyone.”
“What was it you left in your car, Mr. Hardaker?”