A Murder Had Occurred – Part 1 of a June Marble story.
“… but that’s a different story – one for another time, maybe.”
“Oh!” the room, as one, spoke the stock word of collective disappointment.
“No. I shall finish there – too much of a good thing, and all that!”
We pleaded fruitlessly for a while longer; but, she would, she would, she would not be moved to tell us that story.
It was almost two years later, when she finally chose to remember that she had writer-promised to read a certain story to the group that had been there on that day so long ago.
The exact same people, mind you – she didn’t want to read the story to anybody who hadn’t heard the prequel.
“It was a dark and stormy night, once upon a time, in a land far, far away…” she paused.
“There was a house…”
“Where?” we asked.
“There! There, on the moor.”
“Which moor?” we further asked.
“It matters not – but, let us say it was a moor near to the town of… Bodmin.”
“Bodmin Moor!” we gasped.
“Yes. You are correct. The house was on Bodmin Moor. It was an old Gothic-style house that reeked of mystery… intrigue… and dry rot.”
“Gasp!” we gasped – we were now on tenterhooks, and our taut nerves were fraying fast.
“There had been a murder.” she lowered her voice to a whisper, “The mistress of the house was found… dead!”
“Oh, no!” we were sadly upset at this development.
“Strichnine! Cyanide! Stabbed through the heart! Strangled!”
“Too much!” One soul from amongst us cried out.
“None of these methods were used.” a pause, “No, she died of intense boredom!”