Murder Most Foul

“I think the lemonade was poisoned, Sir, he’s been murdered!” Watkins said “I can see no other reasoning for why the victim is lying here, dead.” “Let’s not jump to hasty conclusions,” Detective Inspector Bones, replied “There’s protocol we have to follow before we establish how he died.” “So get on with it, my young Watkins you know what you have to do.” Watkins nodded, then put on his gloves And went off, in search of a clue The Inspector, a man revered by his peers For his keen, analytical mind Bent down, to examine the body To see what evidence he could find There were no obvious signs of trauma No lumps, or bumps on the head No bullet hole, knife wound, marks on the neck, Nothing to say why the man was dead “You can take him now,” the Inspector called To the men, suited up, from the lab, “Perhaps we’ll learn more from the Coroner, once he gets him on his slab.” Watkins returned, “I can’t find anything, Sir, it seems our victim was here all alone there’s no sign to say he had a visitor, or intruder within his home.” “Everything’s locked from the inside,” He continued, a frown on his face “If someone was here, they’ve been clever, getting out without leaving a trace.” The Inspector picked up the lemonade glass Its smell gave him a vital clue, “You’re right Watkins, the man was murdered and I say the murderer, was YOU!” “While I was here, examining the body it gave you the opportune time, to go around the house without hindrance and remove all trace of your crime.” “But you can’t put one over on this old dog, I’ve seen it all in my day,” He turned to the uniforms, by the door “This is our killer boys – take him away!” © Janette Fisher 06.04.10 This was written as a homework assignment for my writing group from last night - we were given 'I think the lemonade was poisoned' and this is what I came up with.