Murder By Suspects: The Novella Range by Shimwell Ian

Author:Shimwell, Ian [Shimwell, Ian]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Shimwell's Stories
Published: 2013-07-31T16:00:00+00:00

THREE

Extract from Roger Lloyd’s Correspondence

Letter to Charles, my business partner

Without hesitation, Charlie boy - without hesitation. Our friends in the city don’t know we’ve been losing money lately and that we are bit short of the old crinkly paper. We must speculate to accumulate. Tell our brokers to invest in the stocks. By the time they will want the money, I should be finished in my little venture down here. By then our financial hiccup will be nothing more than a bad memory like a bitter after-taste. We’ll be laughing about this in the Club when yours truly is back, drinking champagne, you’ll see.

Back to my get-rich-quick plot here at Three Sisters. As you know, there has been a slight complication, Charlie boy. The so-called sweet, innocent little sister of this sickeningly rich family has been unceremoniously murdered. It is such a shame and damned inconvenient. I was just about to persuade her to invest a small fortune in our little enterprise. So, it’s onto my next target: her sister, Susanna. I know she has the hots for me. I’ll pick up the story just after I cracked the jezebel in the Stables of all places.

I was just straightening my tie while Susanna was buttoning up the front of her dress. She then plucked some hay from her luscious hair. The nearby steed looked at us and I could have sworn it winked.

“That was an awfully thrilling experience,” I ventured. “I never thought of bringing your sister here.”

It was as if a dark cloud had moved across her face. “Do not be so ridiculous. She would not even think such a thing. She is gloriously above a sordid liaison in a stable.”

“Louisa?” I questioned incredulously. “You would be surprised what she was capable of.”

The cloud had been swept aside leaving behind a cold front. “Oh you mean Louisa,” Susanna said confusedly.

At that precise moment, the Stable door opened and a certain Inspector marched in.

“No, don’t tell me,” he said confidently. I noticed there was one strand still in her hair. “That you’ve been comforting each other.”

He probably drew his own conclusions at our sheepish expressions. He then suggested that I follow him to the Drawing Room presently. The pompous Peeler claimed he had something of the utmost importance to show me.

So there he is, old Charlie boy. This Inspector ‘I’m in charge’ Mackenzie is the reason I’m stuck here while he completes his tedious enquiries. I felt my lips twitch into a familiar smug smile. There was one advantage. It gave me more time to work on Susanna. The gal was clearly unstable but I could use that to my advantage too.

Once into the Drawing Room, the Inspector pointed to a small wooden box that was resting on the grand, ornate table. Susanna had followed us in. Her curiosity was obviously aroused. Aroused yes, thinking back to the Stables, I again smiled.

“My Lloyd, if you would be so kind, open the box for me please.” Correct me if I’m wrong, Charlie, but I am sure the Inspector has a touch of the grandiose about him.

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