Excerpt from the Frisby Waterless Murders
“Do you think the Major knew who you were?”
“If he did, he kept it well hidden; I was no threat to him anyway, so it doesn’t really matter if he did or not.”
“That is very true – anyway, I will leave you to your lines. I have to visit someone else in Little Flixton before going home. My cats will be starving.”
“How many do you have?”
“Two cats, one boy and one girl, and that’s enough for any normal person to cope with especially if that person works for a living.”
Ellie Hammond smiled and escorted the Inspector to the front door.
“Are you any closer to working out who did it, Inspector?”
“Ellie – this case is not as clear cut as you might think and so I haven’t really eliminated anyone from any of the crimes that were committed.”
“Crimes – plural?”
“Indeed, Ellie, crimes plural.”
“I thought there was only one crime committed?”
Knowles tapped his nose again and winked at her – he couldn’t say any more than he had already done. “Good night, Ellie, and good luck with your voiceover next Monday.”
“Thank you, Inspector, I will do my best.”
Ellie closed the door, went into the dining room, and dialled a local number.
Knowles drove off towards Little Flixton, his last visit of the evening, to see the Trimble family. He was heading for London Street in the hope that the family could tell him who had helped the Major open the window at around 9:50 a.m. He arrived and walked up the dimly lit path towards the beacon of the hallway light shining like a lighthouse on this cool evening. He knocked on the door and within seconds it had been wrenched open by Mrs Trimble.
“Oh, sorry I was expecting my husband, are you from the police? Has something happened?”
“I am from the police, Mrs Trimble, and I am not aware of anything happening. What time did Mr Trimble leave?”
“He was going to leave the Fishing Club around 5 p.m. – I am worried about him.”
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