Maserrat
29-08-2004, 11:10
This is one I wrote myself. See if you can work out who the murderer is. You can even write an ending if you want, I'm not all that bothered.
A Chance Murder
Just another ordinary day in the life of a police detective. At least that’s what Stan Collins thought as he drove through the gates of the mansion, the home of the latest murder victim in Guilsford. It was soon apparent that this was no ordinary case.
“What have we got?” Collins strolled into the room and was greeted with the sight of a dead man slumped over his desk, surrounded by forensic scientists, taking photographs and dusting for prints. His long-term assistant Peter Clough filled him in.
“John Crawford, successful businessman, murdered at his desk. Looks like he was stabbed in the back several times with a letter opener. Forensics can’t find any prints on it.”
“Any suspects yet?” Collins was anxious to get this over with, so that he could get home and watch the ball game.
“It appears that there are three possible suspects; three clients of Crawford, all came round to settle some business – looks like somebody came to settle him.”
“How about witnesses? Have we got any of those?”
“Do you really think we would have called you if it was that simple? The only other person in the building is the maid, and she’s not allowed in the office whilst Crawford’s in there. S he was on the next floor dusting. We have her on surveillance, and she’s clean.” Collins’ ears pricked up at that.
“Surveillance? If this guy’s got cameras around, can’t we just look at the office tape and see who it is?”
“The office is the only room without a camera – it seems Crawford wanted some privacy in here.”
Typical, Collins thought to himself. “Alright, who are the suspects?”
“We’ve got a Mr. Adam Eaves, a Mr. Frederick Boyle and a Mrs. Polly Innes. All came to clear up some money they owed to our dead friend, so it looks like they all have a motive.”
“Well I’d say this is pretty simple. It’s obvious that the last person to come in and see Crawford was the one who killed him. Case closed.” Collins really did want to watch the ball game.
“Once again, not that simple. You see, nobody knows what order they saw Crawford.”
“What? How could they not know what order they saw him in? They were all here at the same time, weren’t they?”
“They were, but according to the maid, Crawford had a funny way of deciding what order to see clients in. He would put them all in separate rooms, and then roll a die to see which order he would see them in. So if say one or two came up he would see one client, three or four another, and five or six the last client. That way, nobody knows which order they saw him in, because nobody saw anybody else enter the office.”
“Oh for God’s sake, why do they have to make things so difficult for me. Where is this damn die?”
“As of yet we haven’t found it.” At this point one of the forensic scientists called over.
“I think we’ve found our missing die!” Collins and Clough walked over to the desk, where the scientist pointed to Crawford’s left hand. “Under there. Do you want to see it?”
“Sure why not.” If this die has a five on top, I’m going home to watch the game, Collins thought to himself. The scientist lifted the cold white hand and Collins leaned forward to see the top number. There were two dice on the desk, one with a five on top, the other with a one. One and five makes six. Damn luck! Something suddenly clicked in Collins’ mind. He didn’t really here what Clough was saying.
“Well I don’t know how we’re going to solve this one. We tried to use the surveillance footage to see what order they went in, but all the cameras stopped running before the clients got here. Crawford forgot to put new tapes in apparently. I don’t have a clue who did it. Looks like you’re going to miss the last game of the season, Stan.”
“Don’t be so sure Peter. I think we’ve just received a message from beyond the grave, and I’ve got a pretty good idea who our murderer is.”
So, who does Collins think is the murderer, and what is his chain of thought that leads him to this?
A Chance Murder
Just another ordinary day in the life of a police detective. At least that’s what Stan Collins thought as he drove through the gates of the mansion, the home of the latest murder victim in Guilsford. It was soon apparent that this was no ordinary case.
“What have we got?” Collins strolled into the room and was greeted with the sight of a dead man slumped over his desk, surrounded by forensic scientists, taking photographs and dusting for prints. His long-term assistant Peter Clough filled him in.
“John Crawford, successful businessman, murdered at his desk. Looks like he was stabbed in the back several times with a letter opener. Forensics can’t find any prints on it.”
“Any suspects yet?” Collins was anxious to get this over with, so that he could get home and watch the ball game.
“It appears that there are three possible suspects; three clients of Crawford, all came round to settle some business – looks like somebody came to settle him.”
“How about witnesses? Have we got any of those?”
“Do you really think we would have called you if it was that simple? The only other person in the building is the maid, and she’s not allowed in the office whilst Crawford’s in there. S he was on the next floor dusting. We have her on surveillance, and she’s clean.” Collins’ ears pricked up at that.
“Surveillance? If this guy’s got cameras around, can’t we just look at the office tape and see who it is?”
“The office is the only room without a camera – it seems Crawford wanted some privacy in here.”
Typical, Collins thought to himself. “Alright, who are the suspects?”
“We’ve got a Mr. Adam Eaves, a Mr. Frederick Boyle and a Mrs. Polly Innes. All came to clear up some money they owed to our dead friend, so it looks like they all have a motive.”
“Well I’d say this is pretty simple. It’s obvious that the last person to come in and see Crawford was the one who killed him. Case closed.” Collins really did want to watch the ball game.
“Once again, not that simple. You see, nobody knows what order they saw Crawford.”
“What? How could they not know what order they saw him in? They were all here at the same time, weren’t they?”
“They were, but according to the maid, Crawford had a funny way of deciding what order to see clients in. He would put them all in separate rooms, and then roll a die to see which order he would see them in. So if say one or two came up he would see one client, three or four another, and five or six the last client. That way, nobody knows which order they saw him in, because nobody saw anybody else enter the office.”
“Oh for God’s sake, why do they have to make things so difficult for me. Where is this damn die?”
“As of yet we haven’t found it.” At this point one of the forensic scientists called over.
“I think we’ve found our missing die!” Collins and Clough walked over to the desk, where the scientist pointed to Crawford’s left hand. “Under there. Do you want to see it?”
“Sure why not.” If this die has a five on top, I’m going home to watch the game, Collins thought to himself. The scientist lifted the cold white hand and Collins leaned forward to see the top number. There were two dice on the desk, one with a five on top, the other with a one. One and five makes six. Damn luck! Something suddenly clicked in Collins’ mind. He didn’t really here what Clough was saying.
“Well I don’t know how we’re going to solve this one. We tried to use the surveillance footage to see what order they went in, but all the cameras stopped running before the clients got here. Crawford forgot to put new tapes in apparently. I don’t have a clue who did it. Looks like you’re going to miss the last game of the season, Stan.”
“Don’t be so sure Peter. I think we’ve just received a message from beyond the grave, and I’ve got a pretty good idea who our murderer is.”
So, who does Collins think is the murderer, and what is his chain of thought that leads him to this?