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.
“My i-Pad – I needed to send an e-mail to a business associate.”
“And did you send that e-mail from the car or from the room?”
“From the car – there’s an open wireless network here at the Hall, so I used that.”
Knowles looked impressed, but Barnes made a mental note to check this statement.
Barnes continued with the questioning, noting that Ellis had folded his arms across his chest…
“When the Inspector here announced Edward Pritchard’s death I was watching you and I thought I saw a half-smile cross your lips, before you looked at Gwendoline who didn’t look back at you at all.”
“Well, Gwendoline had a crush on the sub-gardener if you must know; almost like a teenager has on a good-looking film star, but it had passed, I can assure you. As for the smile, well that’s probably because I wasn’t surprised. He’d upset a lot of people by snooping around watching people in their private affairs.”
“Gwendoline was over him, you think?”
“I am a hundred per cent sure of it, Sergeant.”
“Which is your bedroom?”
“The north-east bedroom; the one that looks over towards the monastery.”
“Did you see any lights in that direction?”
“I didn’t look out of the window, so I can’t answer that question.”
“Did you hear any bells from the church?”
“Bells, no I can’t remember hearing any bells, but then again we are on the wrong side of the house to hear the bells from St Anthony’s. The church is to the west of here.” Ellis Hardaker helpfully pointed in the direction of Manton Rempville.
“I see – well I have no more questions for now, please can you send in Basil Fawcett next? Thank you, Mr. Hardaker.”
Mr. Hardaker nodded his assent and left the room as quickly as he’d arrived.
“What do you reckon about the bells, Barnesy?”
“Practice finished before 11:15p.m., which is a relief for the locals I am sure.”
“Indeed – let’s see what Basil has to say for himself. According to this statement, he and Henrietta only arrived yesterday afternoon from London, so they were just getting used to the surroundings, i.e. the local pub.”
“I wonder which pub that would be?”
“White Hart in Norton-juxta-Wychwood, probably, the best pub in the area according to CAMRA for the real ale.”
Barnes was playing with his mobile phone trying to find the wireless network that Ellis Hardaker had referred to, but couldn’t find one without a password.
“Ellis must have known the password to the local network as I can’t find anything without one.”