Murder on the HMS Bristol
The sky was clear and the circular form of the full moon stood out clearly, I stood enjoying the sea breeze, the wind whistling through my hair. David Thorne came rushing in.
“There has been a murder!” he gasped, for he had clearly run a great distance to inform me of the news. I followed him, not knowing what sight would greet me. We finally found the room which I noticed was room 235. When I entered I found inspector Jones standing before a bed, in it lay a woman who had clearly been asleep at the time, lying in the bed, the white sheets were clouded with splatters of blood. The body had clearly been stabbed for there was a huge gash in the skin above the windpipe; she had clearly fallen asleep and never woke up. The wound would kill her instantly.
“May I ask how you were informed of the murder, David?” I asked gently.
“I was walking down the corridor when all the lights in the corridor went out briefly; the door was opened and shut in a matter of seconds. When the lights came on I saw a man with a knife in his hands and a slight limp. He looked around and when he spotted me he ran for it. I decided it would be dangerous to follow him if he was armed with a knife. I decided to look inside the room he had come from. Inside I found this sight and I immediately came to you.” His explanation made sense but I wasn’t so sure of its truthfulness. When I looked at the woman I seemed to recognise her. No! It couldn’t be! Julia Smith a woman who used to be my colleague, she used to be a detective. She was fired just after David Thorne joined. I decided it was time to have a look around the room. It was a penthouse suite; she must have had a rich husband for she was never very devoted to her job. In the corner of the room was a sofa, I decided it would be a good idea to look under it. There was nothing there. I checked down the back of the sofa, nothing there either. I sat down to have a think of what to do next. When I sat down I felt a lump in the sofa. It was obviously not supposed to be there. I pulled out my penknife and slashed it. Inside I found a knife with blood on it. At least it looked like it. I smelt it. It smelt of ink.
“This is here to put us of the scent; the murder weapon is still out there.” I announced. “I will leave it to you inspector.” I left and went down for dinner. By now word of the murder had reached the other passengers, the story had spread like wild fire only now it had been changed and the woman had been shot and a lot of other made up stories. I ate dinner and went to bed Feeling very queer indeed.
That night I decided that it would be a good idea to investigate the murder. I decided that I would have to speak to the captain and find out a little more about this Julia Smith. When the sun rose I immediately got up and went straight to number 235. The body had been moved. I decided to check the lock for any signs of a break-in. The lock was still intact so it had not been picked. The person had obviously had the key. I went to pay a little visit to David Thorne, when I knocked on the door I heard a loud yawn and the sound of footsteps,
“What time do you call this then?” he yawned tiredly. I checked my watch.
“2:37 am precisely,” I replied. I took pride in always being precise when it came to telling the time.
“Ye-I mean, that’s not what I mean. What do you want? Is it to do with the murder? Have you got a new lead or is it still a bit unsure? I mean, would you like to come in, I’ll just change into something decent,” it’s always very hard to speak when he’s on a roll. I stood waiting until he was dressed in some jeans, a t-shirt and some sandals. He beckoned me inside and offered me a glass of champagne, I declined.
The sky was clear and the circular form of the full moon stood out clearly, I stood enjoying the sea breeze, the wind whistling through my hair. David Thorne came rushing in.
“There has been a murder!” he gasped, for he had clearly run a great distance to inform me of the news. I followed him, not knowing what sight would greet me. We finally found the room which I noticed was room 235. When I entered I found inspector Jones standing before a bed, in it lay a woman who had clearly been asleep at the time, lying in the bed, the white sheets were clouded with splatters of blood. The body had clearly been stabbed for there was a huge gash in the skin above the windpipe; she had clearly fallen asleep and never woke up. The wound would kill her instantly.
“May I ask how you were informed of the murder, David?” I asked gently.
“I was walking down the corridor when all the lights in the corridor went out briefly; the door was opened and shut in a matter of seconds. When the lights came on I saw a man with a knife in his hands and a slight limp. He looked around and when he spotted me he ran for it. I decided it would be dangerous to follow him if he was armed with a knife. I decided to look inside the room he had come from. Inside I found this sight and I immediately came to you.” His explanation made sense but I wasn’t so sure of its truthfulness. When I looked at the woman I seemed to recognise her. No! It couldn’t be! Julia Smith a woman who used to be my colleague, she used to be a detective. She was fired just after David Thorne joined. I decided it was time to have a look around the room. It was a penthouse suite; she must have had a rich husband for she was never very devoted to her job. In the corner of the room was a sofa, I decided it would be a good idea to look under it. There was nothing there. I checked down the back of the sofa, nothing there either. I sat down to have a think of what to do next. When I sat down I felt a lump in the sofa. It was obviously not supposed to be there. I pulled out my penknife and slashed it. Inside I found a knife with blood on it. At least it looked like it. I smelt it. It smelt of ink.
“This is here to put us of the scent; the murder weapon is still out there.” I announced. “I will leave it to you inspector.” I left and went down for dinner. By now word of the murder had reached the other passengers, the story had spread like wild fire only now it had been changed and the woman had been shot and a lot of other made up stories. I ate dinner and went to bed Feeling very queer indeed.
That night I decided that it would be a good idea to investigate the murder. I decided that I would have to speak to the captain and find out a little more about this Julia Smith. When the sun rose I immediately got up and went straight to number 235. The body had been moved. I decided to check the lock for any signs of a break-in. The lock was still intact so it had not been picked. The person had obviously had the key. I went to pay a little visit to David Thorne, when I knocked on the door I heard a loud yawn and the sound of footsteps,
“What time do you call this then?” he yawned tiredly. I checked my watch.
“2:37 am precisely,” I replied. I took pride in always being precise when it came to telling the time.
“Ye-I mean, that’s not what I mean. What do you want? Is it to do with the murder? Have you got a new lead or is it still a bit unsure? I mean, would you like to come in, I’ll just change into something decent,” it’s always very hard to speak when he’s on a roll. I stood waiting until he was dressed in some jeans, a t-shirt and some sandals. He beckoned me inside and offered me a glass of champagne, I declined.
