12 October 2013

The Piccadilly Circus murderer. End of the story.

Colette produced the piece of paper out of her pocket and unfolded it. It was the same document the chief inspector had left in the banker’s house. The very same document that Frank the Knife had found at the crime scene and dropped when he got in the wardrobe.

6 Piccadilly Circus
                                                                                                 19th November 1930
Please pay to :
Mr. Mortimer Brown the amount of  15.000 pounds---------------------

ﭺﭮﭩﭴ   ﮜﮢﮠﻁ
Clem Smith

The chief inspector turned pale. The sense of frustration and inarticulateness was agony to him. He himself filled up his glass with more than a dash of sherry and downed it at once.

Turpin´s eyes glistened in his rounded face and directing his voice to the two policemen who were still holding their weapons in their hands, he said:

    “Gentlemen, arrest the chief inspector for the murder of the banker. Monsieur Brown, you murdered the banker.”

A cold long silence filled up the entire room. The two policemen looked at each other not knowing what to do. Colette looked at her husband with pride. Then Frank the Knife had a fit of the giggles and broke the deadly silence by saying:

    “I never expected you to find out so fast, monsieur Turpin.”

Colette’s face was either smiling or frowning but she kept quiet.

In despair, the chief inspector made his way to the window, opened it and jumped to the ground. In unison, the two policemen, Colette, Turpin and even Frank the Knife leaned out of the window just to see the dead body of the chief inspector lying down in the ground. A thin line of blood was coming out of his left ear.

Frank the Knife, relieved by all that had happened, asked Turpin:
    “How did you know he committed the crime?”

And before he could open his mouth, Colette replied:

    “When the inspector asked what time it was, I realized he was not wearing the gold watch with diamonds he had bought in Paris last summer. He never took it off. Actually he mentioned once something that I still remember by heart: ‘I will wear this watch till the end of my days’. It suddenly dawned on me that perhaps, due to his current financial situation, he went to the banker’s house, forced him to fill out the cheque and then when he heard noises coming from the entrance door because you were breaking into the house, the inspector killed the banker and ran away.”

Looking at Frank and without letting Colette carry on, Turpin added:

    “You were in the wrong place at the wrong time and the chief inspector found in you the perfect culprit.”

Turpin smiled. Colette approached him and, while kissing him in the cheek, she whispered:

    “I am very proud of you.”

Then she looked back over her shoulders and saw the two policemen and Frank leaving the hotel room.

                                               THE END

5 October 2013

The Piccadilly Circus murderer. Part 3

The inspector blinked his eyes, feeling a sudden impulse to attack him before he was attacked by Frank. However, the inspector stood up, opened the window and waved at two of the policemen who were waiting for him outside. They came into the hotel room with their weapons in their hands ready to use them but Turpin said:

“Please, there is no need to shoot anybody.”

In that moment, Frank regained consciousness feeling groggy and weak but managed to make his way to the window in an attempt to jump and escape from the chief inspector. When he realized that if he jumped out of the window he would certainly die, he looked back. Turpin, putting on an expression of reflexion, took a thin and long French cigarette out of a silver cigarette box case and lit it. Then he said:

“Please, sit down all of you. I mean, all of you except you two”, he added while pointing at the two policemen who had just arrived.

Frank sat, then the chief inspector. Colette looked proud of her husband. She liked how he was taking control of the situation and then Turpin demanded:

“Mon amour, please enlighten us with the truth. Tell these gentlemen who killed the banker at Piccadilly Circus”, said Turpin quite enthusiastically.

Then Colette, with a smile in her face, stood up and made her way to the tiny Italian chest of drawers that she had bought in Venice last summer while her husband helped the Italian police solve a case. She opened it and took out another bottle of sherry.

“Mon amour, please, would you like to treat our guests with this superb French sherry?”

“Oui Colette. You do have style”, replied an obliging Turpin.

Frank took a gulp of the best sherry he had ever tried in his life. So did the inspector. Turpin offered the two policemen the sherry too but, rather saddened by the presence of their boss, they declined the offer. Everybody seemed baffled except Turpin, who looked terribly pleased with himself.

Very well, said Colette. This morning this man, pointing at Frank the Knife, broke into our hotel room because he wanted to leave a note to my husband. By the immaculate way Frank managed to break into our room he proved to be very good at his profession. He is an excellent thief, a consummate crook, a man who can break into people’s homes with a small knife. But this man is unable to kill anybody.

Frank nodded happily. Turpin hesitated trying to choose his words and eventually he said:

“That is very much correct, mon amour. He had the possibility to kill me if he had wished to do so but he did not because he is not that kind of person. He wants easy cash and anything valuable he can steal from others. Carry on, mom amour”, said to Colette.

“Thank you dear. Then, when the door rang, I guessed it would be the police and I asked Frank to hide in the wardrobe in order to avoid confrontations with you, monsieur Brown.”

“Monsieur Turpin”, interrupted the inspector. “Frank the Knife is a very dangerous crook and we should take him to the police station right away.”

“Monsieur Brown, Frank is too scared to make a move. Please, allow my wife to carry on.”

Colette, directing her words to the inspector said:

“When Frank was getting into the wardrobe, a piece of paper dropped out of his pocket. Then I read it and all became as clear as crystal.”

“What was it?” asked the inspector.

“Do you really want to know?”, asked Turpin

“Err, yes”, the chief detective replied hesitatingly.

“Mon amour, tell him”, requested Turpin.

(to be continued)

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