The Frisby Waterless Murders – 10

Excerpt from the book called The Frisby Waterless Murders

“Gerald you mentioned smoke, now this is a steam train and so I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised at anything, but smoke in the carriage seems unplanned to me – would I be correct?”


“Yes, Inspector, you would be correct. The train made a stop under the bridge that carries the road to Scoresby and it would appear two of the windows in this carriage had been left open. The result was that smoke came into the carriage and affected the people in Seats 15 and upwards quite badly.”


“Is that a scheduled stop under the bridge?”


“We shouldn’t have any stops, Inspector Knowles, as this is a private line and there should be no impediments to our progress.”


“I shall have to ask the driver why he stopped right there. So, who opened the windows in the carriage?”


“I am not sure – I didn’t even know they were open until the smoke came in.”


“Another thing to check with the passengers. Oh here’s Linda with I presume that’s Bridie?”


Bridie Hill-Powell looked crestfallen. She had been crying and her mascara had run slightly. She was a good-looking girl especially in her black serving uniform.


“Bridie, my name is Inspector Colin Knowles from the local CID, I would like to ask you what happened to the Major’s coffee cup?”


“I didn’t poison him, did I?” screeched Bridie looking alarmed and pulling her blonde hair.


“I just want to find his coffee cup, Bridie; we have no idea whether his food or drink was spiked or whether he was killed via another method.”


Bridie started to sob and wiped her tears with a handkerchief. “I can’t be charged with killing him can I?”


“Not unless you poisoned him on purpose, no, which I presume you didn’t?”


“No I definitely didn’t – I am almost 100% sure that I placed his cup on the trolley and wheeled it back into the kitchen.”


“Can we go and look, please?” asked Knowles heading in the direction of the kitchen. Bridie, Gerald, and Linda followed.


Bridie pointed. “Here’s the trolley that I used; the one over there is Eddie’s. These are the cups that I collected.”


“There are three cups on your trolley, so we shall have to test each one. Linda can you bag those and have them tested by Forensics when you get back to the station? Thank you.”


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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