That is a reasonable question, my dear, and one of course which I will answer in the fullness of time. However, I need to start off by saying that you are becoming a little impatient with my inability to provide answers to the various crimes. You must bear in mind that I’m not as young as I used to be – none of us are – some things take me a little longer to assimilate, and parts of the information I receive is rather delicate and high on the confidential list.
So, please let’s start off with the niceties – yes, my dear it’s lovely to see you again. How is the family? Are the children and grandchildren doing well? That’s great to know as you are aware that I like to hear all the news about them and what they are getting up to.
Shall we put the kettle on for a nice cup of tea? I know that I’m ready for a drink – mind you, I usually am, regardless of the time of day! Oh, that’s good and I’m so pleased that you decided you would have a drink too. Now I can settle down and let you have the little bits of information which have fallen into my lap in the past couple of days.
The first thing I can tell you is that the three people who died in Gordon’s apartment had been poisoned. The laboratory reports say that the decanters of whisky and brandy had been tampered with and contained considerable levels of Cyanide. This was confirmed in the post-mortems of the victims and the three spirit glasses left on the coffee tables contained small quantities of the poison. If you are looking for a fast method of killing someone then this would be the most efficient way to carry out the crime without having to be there in person. Of course, spies used to carry a cyanide tablet so they could commit suicide rather than being captured.
It’s not something I know much about my dear. I really wouldn’t have considered that three people living within such close proximity would be murdered. In all likelihood the deaths of Peter and his sister were what is referred to as unfortunate “collateral damage”. Well, my dear, it was certainly unfortunate for them and no doubt would have been extremely upsetting for the members of their family and close friends.
I do think that there was some sort of scam that Gordon and Peter were involved with – although at the moment, I really can’t say what – as I don’t actually have any facts to go on. As soon as I know anything, you can be sure that I will pass it on to you.
Don’t forget my dear, that there is also the death of Patricia which needs resolving. I still think that had something to do with Mr. Roach, but as he is in prison for some considerable time he isn’t likely to tell me. I will try and find out another way my dear. Surely someone will be able to assist me!
Right my dear, I thought you’d like to hear that Mrs. M came for coffee earlier today. It was lovely to see her again – I’m not sure where she had been but she appeared to have a little more colour to her face than I expected. I know that she hasn’t been abroad because she volunteered that the rain had been horrendous while she was away at the coast. I meant to ask her where she had been – I’m sure that I did actually know, but I had another of those “senior” moments which seem to happen more frequently and I have completely forgotten.
I had planned on asking her again, but then we started talking about other things and I forgot to mention it – again. However, she brought some knitting with her that she had managed to get into a real pickle. She had put it down on the chair and when she came back she had completely forgotten it about it and sat on it. Then to compound matters, she didn’t get up from the chair – no, that would have been too easy for her. Instead she yanked at the yarn, the needles came out and she then pulled the work out from under her! What on earth can you say when someone does something like that! Anyway, she brought it here, hoping that I would be able to pick it all up again! In normal circumstances I would probably have managed it, but unfortunately, not only were all the stitches off the needle, there were several dropped stitches from previous rows which she just ignored and increased on the next row to keep the right number there. I eventually decided it wasn’t going to be possible to save it, so I carefully frogged it while she wound the wool. I have said that I will knit it back up again for her, as otherwise she will keep grumbling about it. Sometimes it’s just easier to do things yourself.
So there you are my dear – although I haven’t managed to find out much, I do think that there has been some progress. I’m still concerned that someone was obviously able to walk in and out of Gordon’s flat without being noticed. I have rung the Head Office to ask whether there could be some small cameras installed high up along all the corridors so that all visitors to the apartments and flats could be monitored if necessary. I don’t think that the request met much enthusiasm – however, they will need new tenants soon and I feel that prospective ones will be worried about the lack of security.
Well my dear, I better go and make myself another drink, but I will be back as soon as I have anything more to tell you. As Always –
With Love – Jan xx