The Inadequate Investigations of Inspector Ifimus
Inspector Ifimus poked the mangled corpse that lay at the foot of the apartment block stairs.
'This is dead serious,' he noted. 'Get it? Dead serious.'
His assistant gulped.
'It was a joke, Jack. Stop being so grave. Ha! Grave. But I think I have worked it out.'
Jack's face brightened. 'You have?'
'Yes, it's quite simple. He tripped.'
'But he's got sixteen stab wounds, sir!'
The inspector nodded sagely. 'He must not have listened to his mother. Never run down stairs with a knife, Jack.'
'But, Inspector—'
'Stop mumbling! What is it?'
'He lived on the ground floor.'
'Oh.'
Christopher over 3 years ago
Haha! I think there are a few cops out there like the good inspector.
Andrew Pettigrew over 3 years ago
Haha no doubt! I just hope I never have to depend on one to get justice :)
Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Hoho! I like this series, Andrew. I think Ifimus’s deduction was just a stab in the dark.
Andrew Pettigrew over 3 years ago
Thanks, Neville! Really fun writing these. And you're probably right — sixteen stabs, to be precise...