The first thing that appeared above the Inspector’s desk was a shiny, bald head, followed by a pair of beady, piercing eyes, and then a most amazing ginger handlebar moustache, which was finely treated and rather oily. This moustache bristled angrily, …show more content…
“Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?”
“Inspector Muggins, Police Department” Replied the Inspector, in a practiced, professional calm.
“Quick! A… a murder! !”
“I see. Just stay calm ma’am, I’ll be right over”
“Yes, Inspector. Thank you, Inspector”
There was a click and the line went dead. Muggins picked up his nametag, took one last swig of whisky, threw on his overcoat, and strode out the door. A grey fog was descending over the town of , accompanied by a grey drizzle. Muggins frowned at the sky, and quickened his pace a bit. A scant ray of sunlight caught Muggins’ nametag. “Bill Muggins” it read. “Chief Inspector, Lillydale Police Station”.
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Bill halted outside a particularly grand house, painted a gleaming white, which looked a bit pallid through the drizzle. Bill walked up the garden path, and pressed the doorbell. There was the sound of footsteps, and the door opened. A woman’s head poked around the door.
“Hello? Oh, hello Inspector”
“Evening, ma’am. And you are?”
“I’m Mrs. Britchworth, wife of the…late Mr. Britchworth”
A glimmer of recognition crossed Bill’s face.
“Not Paul Britchworth, the politician?”
“Yes, yes that’s right”
“I see. Shall we go …show more content…
A mouth, half-open, trickled blood. A pool of blood lay underneath the man, surrounding him. Bill winced. The man had taken quite a beating. His nose was down where people usually reserve for chins. His jaws were completely smashed, bits of bone stuck out through the skin. The lead pipe that Mrs. Britchworth had alluded to was there, flecks of blood splattered down it. Muggins inspected it. He thought he could see finger marks. He pocketed it. That would be handy as evidence and for clues. Muggins walked over to the body and peered at it closely. His eyes widened in shock and surprise. There was a bullet