The Frisby Waterless Murders – 58

Excerpt from the book called The Frisby Waterless Murders

“That would be the Waferr woman cooking up a magic mushroom delight for her clients.”


“You don’t like her, do you Inspector?”


“I don’t trust her, Linda, I don’t trust her an inch.”


“Could she commit a murder?”


“I would be very surprised if she did, very surprised indeed. She’s always been very evasive as regards her sources of various fungi she uses in her meals – she grows some in her garden, but cultivates other, more exotic types in the woods near Goat Parva.”


“Does she now?”


“She does, yes, and of course because they’re on common land she can’t be prosecuted for growing them, can she?”


“Are you suggesting her interest in toxicity has led her to use curare to murder someone?”


“Well creating potions is right up her alley, so I think I should pay her a visit and see what she’s been up to recently. I don’t think she’s murdered anyone, but she might just have noticed something or someone. Oh look, here’s Barnesy – he’s got an eager look on his face, so he must have something to tell us I am sure.”


Barnes entered the room and smiled. He waved a file with a slight flourish.


“What have you got there, Sergeant Barnes? Is a winning lottery ticket in that folder?”


“Not quite, but I have received back some very interesting information about a few of the passengers, sir.”


“Go on then, Barnesy, tell us whodunit.”


“Well, Barry Kenyon’s tours of duty in Ulster would have coincided with the Major’s on two occasions, albeit only for two months on each occasion. They were in different parts of Belfast though. They were in different regiments but there could have been some joint operations, which we aren’t allowed to know about.”


“Sounds too obvious to me, plus Barry told me himself about his injury and that he and the Major were in different regiments, so I doubt there’s a reason Barry wanted to kill the man.”


“But isn’t it possible that Barry was in cahoots with the attempted murderer and stopped the train right under the bridge knowing smoke would go into the carriage?”

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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