Gardening And More (199 words)
© John Brand
Neel Anil Panicker
“Tell me, what did you see?”
‘Sir, This afternoon I was here pruning the flowers when I heard a loud noise from upstairs, as if a gun had gone off. I dropped my wheelbarrow and rushed into the bungalow. Madam was lying on the bed, blood dripping from her temples and…’
‘I heard a thud and looked over from the window to see the faint figure of a man jumping over the wall.
Earlie, Detective Vector had inspected the crime scene.
The door was slightly ajar. It looked less of a room and more of a library, the walls stacked with voluminous books, most of them leather bound and almost all dealing with anthropology.’
On her chest lay “The Ancient History of the Maoris”, the one she was presumably reading at the time of her death. She was on page 36’.
A quick round around the property had yielded no footprints.
He chewed this piece of information.
Could this bare chested half bent seventy year old gardener with cataract ridden eyes that seemed permanently rooted to the ground below him be the killer? Implausible. But for sure, he knew who the killer was.
Inspector Vector smiled inwardly.
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