Snifty Sleuth Post – Scenes 5 & 6 Recap

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1 1st Prize winner @ £15.00 Amazon or Redbubble Voucher – Winner’s Choice


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The very final episode ‘7’ will be published on Friday 2nd July where upon our Winners will also be notified.
Closing Date for all Snifty Sleuth entrants 30th June 2021

Due to unforseen circumstances this competition’s flow was interrupted and this stall in sequence may have caused some disruptions amongst the readers who were following the scenes and all the clues …. therefore … over the next few days the Snifty Sleuth Challenge Clues 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 & 6 will be republished in a series of three posts ….. all Evidence reports are to be submitted to the email address below with the title of Snifty Challenge …

aguycalledbloke63@gmail.com

Outlining the following …..

Who Were The Victims?

Where Were They Found?

Who Is Guilty?

How Did They Do It?

What Was Their Motive?

What Were The Murder Weapons?
The Characters

Miss Lucinda Marbles – An Old lady who pokes her nose into everything and is a resident of the Luxury Care home for Former Sleuths. 


Former Lieutenant Stanley MumboJumbo – A retired police detective and another resident of the above.


Miss Vanessa Fisher – A former crime fiction writer who is now another resident of the above. 


Doctor Whatsup, – A former sidekick to Skylark Haymes who had been a resident but has now died. 


Ercool Parrot – A continental type who has just been admitted as a new resident of the home. 


David Snodgrass – The new owner of the Home who plans to make changes. 


Matron Emily Pushover – The old owner of the home who used to allow things that are now forbidden under the new regime. 


Miss Melon – A friend of Ercool Parrot who along with Captain Haslet has recently put her former employer, Ercool Parrot, into a home. 


Captain Haslet.  – See above. 
Scene 5 –

A Case of the Mistaken
.The sun was coming up after what seemed like hours but was probably only one or two. 

Matron had not gone back to bed but instead had stayed in the office and went over the accounts. 

She had always rather hated going over the figures when the home had belonged to her but now she had sold it, she had discovered that figures were not something to be afraid of after all. 
Not only that she had discovered something else in the figures, something that she will have to speak to Mr. Snodgrass about as soon as he wakes up. 


The medicinal beverages that she had self-administered made her a little unsteady on her feet but she grabbed the handle of the door to steady herself then took a deep breath and opened it. The hall was still full of policemen and when she tried to go into the living room, the door was locked. 


Inspector Kruseau came towards her, he had mud all over the front of his mac and on the knees of his grey suit.
“I’m sorry Matron, but the Living Room is out of bounds at the moment. We discovered a few things that make it necessary to keep the room locked for now.”


“Inspector, do you wish to use the bathroom to clean yourself up? There’s a spare one on the landing, third door on the left, unless that too is out of bounds?”


“Thank you, Matron. I am, renowned for being a trifle clumsy but on my most recent trips to the ground, I discovered a clue. Can I show you something?”


The Inspector took Matron out of the front door to the top of the steps and pointed at a window beneath which some footprints could be seen in the mud.


“Can you tell me who that window belongs to?”


“It’s the room where the body is. The one with the broken window.”


“I thought as much. Can you tell me, do you recognise this object?” The inspector put his hand in his pocket and drew out a small gold plated revolver, quite decorative and neat. She could see some initials engraved on the handle, ‘VF’. 


“I’m sorry Inspector, I’ve never seen that object in my life. Is that the murder weapon?”


“It could be, Matron. I think it’s time we started gathering the other residents together. In the Conservatory please Matron. Would Monsieur Parrot be rejoining the land of the living soon, I would so much like him to join our little gathering.”


“I will go and find out for you.”


Matron knocked on several doors and announced that people should gather in the Conservatory as soon as they could then went into Monsieur Parrot’s room. He was still asleep and snoring gently. 


“Monsieur Parrot” she called as she patted his hand and gently shook him awake. 


After a few moments, she explained that the Inspector had asked to see everyone in the Conservatory. 


“Ahh, it is a something I am most familar with, the gathering together of the suspects. I must be there to do my part. Ma pauvre ami, he must not die unavenged. I shall help the inspector and use my superior mind to find out what happened.”


Ercool Parrot tried to stand up but the sudden rush of blood to his feet nearly made him pass out and he grabbed at the nearest thing to steady him, which happened to be Matron’s arm. 


“Pardon madame, would you be so kind as to help me.”


Matron guided the old sleuth down the stairs and into one of the chairs in the conservatory. Miss Marbles was already there sitting bolt upright and alert with a small white ball of wool and a crochet hook. 
Doctor Whatsupp followed shortly afterward and stood looking out of the window at the sun rising slowly above trees. 


Stanley Mumbojumbo arrived with a worn grey macintosh over his stripey pajamas. 


The Inspector arrived wearing his very similar mac with mud stains remaining where the mud had recently been. 


“Good morning, I am inspector Kruseau and I’d like to ask you some questions, please. I can see not all of you are here. Sergeant Walker? Would you be so kind as to hurry up the stragglers?”


It wasn’t long before some noise could be heard on the stairs and Miss Melon arrived, her hair loose about her shoulders. Then another figure stood in the doorway, tall and grey-haired. 


“I say, Ercool. What the Devil is going on?”


Miss Marbles dropped her crochet hook which rang out on the hard-tiled conservatory floor.


Ercool Parrot jumped up and ran to hug his old friend. ” Mon Amis! Mon Amis, I thought you were dead!”


The Inspector turned to the man “So you are Captain Haslet?”


“Yes, yes I am. What’s happened?”



“Someone has been murdered. Someone we had thought was you.”
Scene 6–

A Left Hand of Poker?
There was a palpable atmosphere of shock in the room. 
 
Captain Haslet had the aura around him of a man risen from the dead, but the corpse wasn’t him at all!
 
Ercool Parrot hugged his friend and occasionally through his sobs you could hear him say “Ah, Mes Amis, I thought I had lost you!”
 
Miss Marbles interrupted by saying what they were all thinking. 


“Who was the dead body then?”
 
Inspector Kruseau replied. “The preliminary forensic report should be due soon, but it is clear, is it not, who it must be? Who has a tall slender frame and looks similar to Captain Haslet? Who is conspicuous by his absence in this room? The owner of this home, Mr. Snodgrass! It remains to be discovered, however, if he was the intended victim or if our dear Captain has made a miraculous escape.”
 
The Inspector held up the gold-plated revolver that he’d found outside the window where the body was found. “Does anybody recognise this?”. 
 
Most people shook their heads, but Miss Marbles just sat primly, and her cheeks coloured a rosy pink. 
 
The Inspector walked towards her and then all eyes turned to her. Her simple grey dress and her wrinkled hands clasped gently in her lap, her soft white curly hair, cloudlike, all gave the impression of an innocent elderly lady, but she had solved many many gruesome murders and was renowned for the sharpness of her mind. If anybody knew what had happened, The Inspector was sure she would. 
 
“Yes, Miss Marbles? Can you tell me anything about this object?”
 
“Well, I, well, that is to say, I can, but I’m not sure I should.” She replied demurely. 
 
“Can I remind you that a person has died, Miss Marbles, your assistance could help us catch the killer.” The Inspector replied. 
 
“I can see it is my duty to tell you, Inspector, but I do not believe that this person could be the killer. That revolver has the initials VF engraved on the handle. It was given as a present to my friend Vanessa Fisher by the Crime Writers Guild for her works of crime fiction.”
 
Suddenly they realised that Vanessa Fisher was not in the room. 
 
The Inspector asked his sergeant “Did you knock for her?”
“Yes, Sir but there was no answer, we presumed she had come down already.”
 
They all rushed up the stairs. The door was locked and had to be forced open by several burly policemen. 
 
It was a sad sight that greeted them. 
 
The room was cold, the window open wide letting in the fresh air and a hint of lily of the valley. 
There was a letter on the dressing table next to an inkwell and a small bottle of Guerlain’s Shalimar, a fragrance famous for its once exotic connotations. 
 
On the bed lay the contorted body of Vanessa Fisher and next to the bed was an empty glass. 
 
The Inspector walked over and picked up the letter and quickly read it. 
 
“I have known something for some time and yet did not speak out. I know I should have done and not doing so was wicked. I hope I can now make amends and confess all I know and then I can rest in peace.”
 
The letter was clearly in the hand of Miss Fisher but although it read like there was going to be more, this was all that was written, and no more paper could be found. 
 
The Inspector took everyone back downstairs to the Conservatory to allow the body to be examined. 
 
“I can’t believe it” exclaimed Doctor Whatsup.
“She was a nice old lady, I always thought” replied Stanley Mumbojumbo. “Just when you think there’s one death to solve, another comes along!”
 
Miss Marbles sat back down in her favourite chair, making the sound made by arthritis sufferers the world over as she eased into the chair. 
 
“I can’t help but think that I’m to blame.” She said. 
 
“Really, Miss Marbles, why is that?” The inspector asked.
 
“Well, she kept complaining that she had lost her creativity and imagination. She had writer’s block, you see, she’s been trying for years but hasn’t managed to write a new crime novel in nearly ten years. I suggested that if something happened in this place, it may help to rekindle her imagination. We laughed because nothing ever happens here. Maybe, she decided to change that. Oh, I can’t help but feel responsible. I never dreamed she’d take me at my word!”
 
” I wouldn’t worry too much about that Miss Marbles” The inspector replied.
 
“Oh, really, Inspector? Why is that?” Miss Marbles looked up her blue eyes piercing. 
 
“There is more to these crimes than initially meets the eye. For example, the reason we are here in the conservatory rather than the Sitting room is that we have discovered some further clues in there.”
 
Ercool Parrot stepped forwards. “But Monsieur Inspector, we already have too many clues? The pink wool in the bedroom, the cigar foil, the ink cartridge, and my own moustache comb on the floor of the bedroom. Too many clues and a criminal who is most clever.”
 
“Yes, Monsieur Parrot, very clever indeed. Just like you. In fact, who better to be a master criminal, than someone who has spent their lives solving crimes? That goes to you all in this room.”
 
“I say Old chap, Steady on!” Exclaimed Captain Haslet. 
 
“That’s a bit harsh, my good man.” Retorted Doctor Whatsup. 
 
Stanley Mumbojumbo responded “Well, it’s true, isn’t it? I was an Inspector myself once. We have all in our way worked at solving crimes and yet one of us has crossed over to the dark side of crime. Oh, and one more thing… Which one of us is left-handed?”
 
“Why do you ask that Monsieur?” Ercool responded? 
 
“I just wondered, the victims were both left-handed, I noticed when they were both writing, I just wondered who else was?”
 
No one else declared themselves to be left-handed. They were all of a generation where it was considered something to hide, it used to be associated with criminally minded people. How ridiculous those old prejudices were yet no one admitted to being left-handed. 
 
“Can I ask what clues were found in the sitting room? Asked Miss Melon. 
 
The Inspector smiled, “All in good time, Miss Melon. Firstly, we need to ask ourselves, why did Vanessa Fisher shoot Mr. Snodgrass, or indeed Captain Haslet, if she thought it was him?”
 
“The poor dear, she must have been suffering such anguish at not being able to write that it drove her to this desperate act.” Miss Marbles said, shaking her head ruefully. 
 
“Non, Madame! I don’t believe it was her at all!” Replied Ercool Parrot. “The clue that was left in the room was an Ink cartridge, and yet, we have all seen that she used an ink well and not the pen with the cartridge at all! Also, why would she use a gun that everyone would be able to trace back to her, engraved with her own initials. This is lunacy, is it not?”
 
The Sergeant came into the room and handed the inspector a report. The Inspector read it and then turned to the gathered crowd. 
 
“Monsieur Parrot is quite right, it appears, from the preliminary forensic report, it confirms the victim was Mr. Snodgrass and when he was shot, he was already dead. So, it’s clear the gun was a red herring designed to confuse us all. Which next brings us to the fact that there was truly little blood in the bed, but blood was discovered in the Sitting Room, on the Settee and also on the cushion. We also found a muddy boot print by the French doors to the garden and this object has just been discovered in a nearby hedge.” The inspector held up something he had been concealing in his Mac inside a clear bag, it was a fire poker, and the end was covered in dried blood.
Prizes

1 1st Prize winner @ £15.00 Amazon or Redbubble Voucher – Winner’s Choice


2 Runner Up Winners @ £10.00 Amazonor Redbubble Voucher – Runner Ups Choice Choice

The very final episode ‘7’ will be published on Friday 2nd July where upon our Winners will also be notified.
Closing Date for all Snifty Sleuth entrants 30th June 2021

Due to unforseen circumstances this competition’s flow was interrupted and this stall in sequence may have caused some disruptions amongst the readers who were following the scenes and all the clues …. therefore … over the next three days the Snifty Sleuth Challenge Clues 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 & 6 will be republished in a series of three posts ….. all Evidence reports are to be submitted to the email address below with the title of Snifty Challenge …

aguycalledbloke63@gmail.com

Outlining the following …..

Who Were The Victims?

Where Were They Found?

Who Is Guilty?

How Did They Do It?

What Was Their Motive?

What Were The Murder Weapons?
Scene 1 & 2
Thursday 24th Recap
Scene 3 & 4
Friday 25th Recap
Scene 5 & 6
Sunday 27th Recap
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