“I am Detective-Inspector Trimble of the Markshire County Constabulary. I have reason to believe that you may be in a position to assist the police in their inquiries into the murder of Mrs. Sefton, professionally known as Lucy Carless, on the evening of Thursday last. Would you have any objection to accompanying me to the police station and there making a statement in writing?”

   “Oh no!” said Mrs. Roberts, before Zbartorowski could reply. “You’ve got it all wrong, Inspector. That isn’t the idea at all.”

   “Jane!” protested her husband. “You really must not interrupt again. You’ve caused quite enough trouble already.”

   “I don’t know what you mean about causing trouble, Herbert. It seems to me I’ve been extremely helpful. This gentleman wanted me to find Mr. Zbartorowski and I’ve found him. But I never said anything about letting him be taken off in a Black Maria to the police station. It’s a ridiculous idea. If you want to ask him any questions, Inspector, you can do it here, where I can keep an eye on you and see that you keep your promise.”

   Keeping his temper with some difficulty, Trimble said, “I should prefer, Madam, to interview this gentleman in the ordinary way, at the police station. It would obviously be more convenient.”

   “It would be most inconvenient,” Mrs. Roberts retorted. “I can’t possibly spare him in the kitchen just now. Anyway, I don’t see that you have any choice in the matter. You asked him if he had any objection to coming to the police station and he has every objection. Haven’t you, Mr. Zbartorowski?”

   Zbartorowski’s large brown eyes turned towards her. He looked absurdly like a meek, devoted spaniel. “Yes, Madame,” he murmured.

   “That’s settled then,” said Mrs. Roberts, with a sigh of relief. She sat down again in her chair and folded her hands on her lap in an expectant attitude. “Now will you begin, please, Inspector? We’ve wasted a lot of time already.”

   Trimble acknowledged defeat.

Bwahahahahahaa!!

“Mr. Evans, what do you say?”

Evans shook his head. “I am afraid I can’t help you there,” he said. “I couldn’t possibly recognize anybody at that distance. But I can say that the wood wind struck me as sounding rather thin during the playing of the National Anthem. 

Alright, we have a murder and we have a lot of highly-strung musicians who haven't a clue who-dunnit, even tho the murder took place right amongst them and while performing.

Far-fetched? You bet! But so far it is quite fun to follow the different squabbles between the musicians.

I won't have time to start a new book right now as I am spending evening with friends to quality test some cake, but I wanted to at least roll for the next round so I could have some time thinking about the next book.

You rolled 2 dice:

Timestamp: 2019-06-08 15:10:55 UTC

... which takes me past GO! to:

Right. I'll need to have a look but I think this might be a great excuse to start Cyril Hare's The Wind Blows Death, because look at that cover!

And because I rolled doubles, here's the second roll:

You rolled 2 dice:

Timestamp: 2019-06-08 15:16:11 UTC

...which takes me to:

Plenty to choose from here. I'll decide on a book later. 

The summary of books and balances so far is behind the page break, as it is getting a bit long.

This just isn't for me. It isn't bad or anything. But it's boring. Not my thing.

Only 20% in and there's a lot that's happened. A death, an adoption, a deception, and an attempted murder. Who knew the middle of nowhere could be so dramatic?