The Frisby Waterless Murders – 7

Excerpt from the book called The Frisby Waterless Murders

“The Little Flixton Players, sir, is their correct name.”


“Very good, and be sure you find out who was supposed to be murdered and who the murderer was going to be.”


“Will do, sir, and what will you be doing?”


“I am going to be interviewing the train manager, Gerald, and finding out what happened on this journey.”


“What did Carly Waferr volunteer, sir?”


“She was providing the catering using all natural products grown in her very own garden.”


“Do you believe her?”


“Nearly, but not quite completely. She used some mushrooms in the food which would have been served at lunch and it’s hard to believe that none of them came from the woods of Goat Parva. I just hope for her sake that none of them were poisonous. The Health and Safety will have a field day.”


“Indeed, anyway I should get on with things as there’s 25 people to interview.”


“Yes, you should Barnesy, I will come and help you out once I have finished with Gerald.”


“Sounds like a plan, sir.”


Knowles smiled as Barnes almost ran off to the station cafe. Presumably one of the passengers was a good-looking female and his Sergeant wanted to make sure he interviewed her at considerable length. Knowles saw a worried looking man around 6 feet tall talking to the Forensics team and decided that this must be Gerald. He looked the part with a nice dark-blue uniform and hat. He’d undone the top button of his crisp white shirt and his tie was slightly askew but otherwise he seemed to be keeping control of himself.


Knowles waited for the conversation to come to a natural end before introducing himself.


“Hello Gerald, I am Inspector Knowles from Scoresby CID, how are you?”


Gerald Kennedy shook hands with the Inspector and smiled.


“I am fine, thank you, considering what’s happened, excuse me a moment.”


He took off his hat and ran his fingers through his ginger hair. He put the hat back on and said “That feels better, I had an itch – do you want to talk inside, Inspector Knowles?”

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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