sherlock beynon and lady gemma's priceless collection
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Sherlock Beynon andLady Gemmas Priceless Collection
by
Matt Phillips
Copyright 2012 by Matt PhillipsScribd Edition
The Author asserts the moral right to a lay-in
on Sundays.
Except in Antarctica this story can be distributed in any
cover you like. Without a cover even. InAntartica,
well, thats complicated...
Published by Gorilla Books Ltd
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All similarities to persons living or dead are entirely on purpose.
That said, while the characters are drawn in part from life, they are
all jumbled up with scandalously imitated fictional characters.
Therefore they are not an accurate rendering of the individuals at
all. So much so that any similarities are probably coincidental.
Probably.
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To Neil and Gemma
I hope this short piece of fiction will bring you joy (or at least a
chuckle or two), as you embark upon the exciting new chapter in
your lives. It details the little known story of how you both met.
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Sherlock Beynon andLady Gemmas Priceless Collection
The man is a clockmaker, said Sherlock
Beynon, seated on his blue and yellow bean bag next
to the fire place in his lodgings in Bhaker Street. I
swear the fellow is a clockmaker, there can be no
doubt!
I had considerable doubt. Yet over the many
years of our acquaintance I had grown accustomed
to Beynons uncanny skills of logic, his leaps of
judgement that were rapid enough to seem like
intuition but were in fact the result of deep and
considered thought. His penetrating eyes glitteredwith the joy of triumph as he clamped his favourite
pipe between his teeth. The tobacco glowed red and
lustrous as he took a deep breath into his lungs,
before he spat the pipe onto the floor and collapsed
into an uncontrollable fit of coughing.Blasted stuff, I keep forgetting that I do not like
to actually inhale the noxious fumes! spluttered
Beynon, as I hastily stamped out the burning embers
that were melting a hole in our imitation Iranian rug
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from Argos. The threat of pyrrhic inferno abated I
returned the pipe to Beynon. He accepted it
gratefully, his eyes somewhat watery but by no means
dimmed.
You see Watson, continued Beynon, waving the
now extinguished pipe under my nose, a pipe really
is the most excellent aid to in-depth thought, and the
effect on increasing a mans standing in societycannot be underestimated.
Again I was hard pressed to agree. I could not
abide the smell of Beynons pipe, and was of the
opinion that it did nothing to increase his gravitas. It
was true that, within our own social fraternity, therewere certain expectations. That these should be
fulfilled was of course imperative, and that meant
Beynon carrying the pipe. Indeed, this also included
him occasionally lighting the thing, although I wished
he would remember not to inhale. It was a truth
unimpeachably acknowledged that to smoke but not
inhale was by far the safest option.
It was the need to keep up appearances that
explained my own somewhat unorthodox
appearance. It was a little after two oclock on
Saturday afternoon and I was dressed in a long white
coat. A row of pens marched in proud formation
across my breast pocket and a stethoscope was hung
in a devil-may-care fashion around my neck. Tucked
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into my pocket were three lollipops (a green, a red
and a blue) and a small pack of sticking plasters.
Propped against my knee was a wooden clipboard,
and nestled into my back pocket was a black and
white photocopy of my first aid certificate (gained
when I was at high school). I had long since lost the
original. It was my sincere hope that the combined
effect of these items would lend gravity to the maximthat perception is reality. In any event, it was the
best I could do in lieu of seven years of medical
training.
As I was saying Watson, the man was a
clockmaker, and with that certainty I put the case torest. Already the events are growing dim in my mind
as it clears itself for our next challenge.
I wondered a little at Beynons liberal use of the
word case. In this instance I could find no sound
basis on which to doubt his assertion that the man
was a clockmaker. I was unlikely to find any in the
future either, as it seemed certain we would never
meet the man again. Or indeed meet him for the
first time, since the gentleman in question was not an
acquaintance of Beynon or I.
I had first spied the clockmaker - if indeed that
was what he was - walking down the street, limping a
little and carrying a large leather box. He had paused
several times, stopping to scratch his scalp which was
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covered in a voluminous woollen hat. The
enormous hat, combined with the mans striking
height and grace of movement (if one ignored the
limp), gave the impression of a stately white heron,
with a tea cosy on it. All this may have passed
without comment if but for one singular feature.
The mans right boot, for indeed he was wearing
yellow Wellington boots, was leaving a trail of redfootprints down Bhaker Street and, presumably,
would continue to do so when he reached McLeod
Road (for that is the direction in which he trod).
Remarking upon this I had beckoned Beynon over to
the window.What do you think this fellow is about? I had
enquired of the greatest deductive mind in Europe.
Beynon had paused for a second, his eyes going
flat in an expression of intense mental exertion that I
was well accustomed to. His hand rose up to his
impressive mane of hair which he ruffled in a
thoughtful way. His Tafro suitably re-arranged he
removed the pipe (which at that time was unlit) from
between his teeth and declaimed That man is a
clockmaker. With that he had collapsed back into
the misshapen bean bag, leaving me watching the
cosy covered heron man making his way around the
corner, the leather box balanced awkwardly upon
one hip.
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It had become my habit to document the many
adventures that Sherlock Beynon and I shared. I had
a journal devoted to our escapades, which at the time
of these events ran to a full seven and a half pages. I
had yet to complete my record of the case of the
missing Tesco trolley, which I fully anticipated would
put the length of my journal into double figures.
Notwithstanding my dedication to documenting ouractivities, I did not think the case of the man passing
on the street who may or may not be a clockmaker
was likely to feature in my journal. At that time I
could not have anticipated what was about to happen
next, and how that weekend Beynon and I would beinvolved in a case that would push the boundaries of
even his mental capacity, and have us both in fear for
our lives.
I was just musing that, given the propensity for
clocks and watches to be made overseas, and the
modern proclivity to have all manner of goods made
by machines, it was likely that there were less than
twenty men in the whole of London that could claim
the title of clockmaker. That we had seen one, shod
in yellow wellys and a tea cosy, heaving a heavy
leather box down Bhaker Street seemed far-fetched.
As if sensing my growing doubt Beynon shifted in
his bean bag, his words cutting across my thoughts.
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Ah, I fear these long summer days have put us in
quite a malaise my dear Watson. I fear that I may
have to take refuge in my music. Panic gripped me.
Where his powers of deductive genius could not be
doubted, the same accolade could not be bestowed
on his musical prowess. His latest obsession was the
most troubling. Where he had been making progress
with the violin I feared that his foray into the urbanjungle that is beat-boxing was doomed to failure. I
could see him limbering up his fingers and sitting up
somewhat straighter in the bean bag. This was my
signal to leave. It was either that I would be asked to
join in, and I was under no illusion as to my abilitiesas a gangsta rapper. Our natural talents aside, I
couldnt escape the feeling that Beynon had missed
the essence of the genre. The first time he had
sprung the beat-boxing breakdown on me he had
required me to rap out his lyrics while he huffed and
puffed into his hands. I turned away from the
window and had just opened my mouth, a pathetic
excuse poised upon my lips.
Now Watson, I know you struggled before but
that is no reason to abandon a new pursuit. You
seemed to think that my lyrics werent in keeping
with the essence, the soul, the raison dtre of rap, so
I have prepared a new song for you. With that he
handed over a crisp sheet of paper, his own precise
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and inimitable script printed boldly upon the page. I
read the first two lines.
When the mofos in the hood tool up to come and get me,I make some bran muffins and invite them all around for tea
I couldnt read on.
I know what you are thinking Watson, but I
assure you that it is all my own work. I have tried tocapture both sides of society on the same coin, if you
will. The raging anger and resentment of the
repressed underclass and the propensity of people to
bake. Both tied up in a neat bow, no mere song but
a social commentary on the way we live today and,
indeed, a musical recipe book for high fibre low fat
cooking. Beynon paused for a second, a thoughtful
look upon his face.
But, I fear, all of this will have to wait. For there
is the bell, and if I am not very much mistaken a
young lady has arrived to enquire after our services.
I had found after a number of years that it was
best not to doubt Beynon when he was in this mood.
The fact that the doorbell had not worked for thepast three months would matter little to him when he
thought he had heard it ring. The marvel I would
normally feel at his deductive powers was in this
instance lessened, as I could also tell it was a young
lady who had come calling, as she stood in the
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doorway to our parlour. Making my own leap of
logic I deduced from this that Beynon had left the
door open when he came back with the milk that
morning, and the young lady, bored from repeatedly
depressing the non-functioning door bell, had
bravely mounted the stairs into our lair.
Ah, said Beynon, rising from the bean bag with
animal grace. Do come in dear lady. Come, andwarm yourself by the fire. The fact that it was thirty
degrees in the shade and the fire had not been lit in
all my time at Bhaker Street did nothing to erode the
graciousness of his greeting. The young lady politely
inclined her head and made her way to the armchairBeynon had indicated.
In all my time with the great Sherlock Beynon I
have never seen him react so forcefully to another.
A man of powerful mental faculty, he seemed at
times to eschew emotion, devoting his energies to
the mysteries in which we inured ourselves. On this
occasion however I could clearly see that he was
quite taken with our visitor at first sight. His
piercing eyes seemed to drink in every part of her,
and he seemed more than usually alert. I could easily
tell what had inspired his interest, for the young lady
was indeed beautiful, with long dark hair and graceful
carriage. As our guest settled herself into the large
arm chair Beynon paced slowly back and forth about
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the room. I made to leave but with a wave of his
hand Beynon indicated I should stay.
You are most welcome to our lodgings. Would
you like some tea or something to eat, perhaps I
should call Mrs. Hudson for some refreshments?
The lady politely declined, which was an intense
relief. Mrs Hudson owned the terraced house in
which we sat. It had been converted into an upstairsand downstairs flat, and while we sat in the small
parlour of the upstairs level Mrs Hudson resided on
the ground floor. She had explained, on countless
occasions and in varying tones of frustration, that
fetching food and drink were not part of her role as alandlady. Why Beynon persisted in asking her for
such things was beyond me, but it is not for me to
question the foibles of genius.
The lady introduced herself as Lady Gemma of
Morgan, and while she was cool and composed it
was clear to us both that she had recently suffered a
serious shock. Beynon offered her a hobnob biscuit
from the small stash he stored underneath the bean
bag and, despite her earlier refusal of refreshments,
Lady Gemma accepted a biscuit with gratitude and
nibbled daintily on its edge. Beynon settled himself
on the beanbag and leaned back into the polyester
stuffed fabric. Steepling his fingers in front of him
he closed his eyes. To any other it would appear that
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he was taking a short nap, so relaxed was his repose,
but I was well acquainted with the various poses of
his intense intellectual faculty.
You may begin when you are ready my Lady.
Pray leave nothing out, however inconsequential.
Rest assured if I can help you I shall.
The lady hesitated, for a second casting a glance
in my direction. Again I made a move to leave butonce more Beynon forestalled me.
This is my fine colleague, friend and associate
Doctor Watson. He has been an invaluable aid to
me on many a case, and you will not find a finer
fellow in all of London. I assure you that anythingyou can say to me you can say to him.
Seemingly satisfied with this Lady Gemma began
her tale.
I am grateful to find you in, and do hope in
earnest that you can help me. Her voice was
melodious and warm, and I fancied I could spy a
small smile on Beynons normally impassive features.
I was referred to you by a close friend of mine
that works in the Belvedere Tesco Express on
Picardy Street, she continued. He was amazed at
how quickly you located the missing trolley, and
spoke most eloquently of your investigative
prowess. Beynon waved away the compliment but I
could tell he was pleased.
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The day started out in a fashion that led me to
suspect nothing out of the ordinary. I awoke early to
the sweet sound of birdsong and the gentle clatter of
my rubbish bin being overturned by a rabid urban
fox. As the pneumatic drill at number thirty four
started up I stretched and enjoyed the heady languor
of laying abed on a sunny Saturday. It was a quarter
to six in the morning. I fancied that the combinednoise of light industrial machinery and animal
combat (a badger had stumbled into the garden and
was fighting the fox to finish of the remains of last
nights Chicken Jalfrezi), would make further sleep
an impossibility. So I rose from bed and decided ona refreshing walk around Plumstead Gardens.
Ah! interrupted Beynon, one eye open. But
you never made it to Plumstead Gardens, did you?
Indeed no, how on earth did you know that?
asked Lady Gemma.
It was the smallest thing. As you entered I
caught the scent of roses, which put me in mind of
the rose garden at St Nicholas Gardens. As there are
no roses in Plumstead Gardens I am left to assume
that you made a change of plans, one that I would
imagine was precipitated by the small tear in your
coat sleeve.
Lady Gemma looked at Beynon as if he had read
her mind, but quickly regained her composure.
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Please, do not let me interrupt your account,
said Beynon. I promise to hold my counsel until the
end this time. Pray continue from the beginning.
Lady Gemma finished the last remaining crumb
of hobnob and returned to her tale.
I live alone. My house is a simple yet elegant
place. It has uncommonly good views and excellent
light throughout most of the day. I have lived therefor nearly two years this coming September, and I
have never had cause to feel unsafe there. Until this
very day. When I returned home from my walk
there was little on the approach to the house to
arouse my suspicion. I made a pot of tea and, whilethe tea was brewing, I returned outside with a shovel
to lift a fox corpse (evidently the loser from that
mornings Jalfrezi battle) and place it in my wheelie
bin. When I had completed the disposal of the dead
animal I was pleased to find the tea had steeped to
perfection, and I enjoyed my mid-morning tea
together with a slice of homemade cheesecake while
gazing out of the window. It was only when I
returned to the task that I had begun the night
before that I discovered something unspeakable had
happened.
Beynons eyes were closed above his steepled
fingers, his pose so still he might have been asleep,
although I knew he was bending every shred of his
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mighty intellect to Lady Gemmas account. Lady
Gemma herself seemed in no way put off by
Beynons expression.
To illustrate the gravity of my discovery I must
first provide a little background into the work in
which I am currently employed. I say employed,
while in reality I derive no income from it, my noble
birth meaning I have no such requirement for paidwork. Rather it is a hobby that I take rather
seriously.
You gentleman are familiar with the Sunday night
disco at the Kings Arms? Beynon and I nodded
enthusiastically, though in reality I had never heardof a disco at the Kings Arms. Nor indeed had I ever
been to the Kings Arms, and I felt more than a shred
of suspicion that Beynon was in a similar position.
Nevertheless our eager agreement achieved its aim
and Lady Gemma continued with her monologue of
exposition.
I have for sometime been campaigning for the
Kings Arms to devote a disco night to an eighties
theme. As you will both be aware, the publican - a
Mr George Smythe - is something of an Acid House
fanatic. There are rumours that his passion for the
style dates back to his days as a high school music
supply teacher, when he moonlighted at the clubs
under the Alias of DJ Diggy Diggy Dog. A musical
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career that ended, somewhat suspiciously, at exactly
the same time as the attempted drive-by shooting of
Sir Mix-It-Up-Right-Stylie Michaels. As you will
recall the affair had all the trappings of an American
gangsta rap turf war, the obvious omission being a
gun. Eye witnesses reported a car being driven
slowly past Sir Mix-It-Up-Right-Stylie with a
gentleman matching the description of DJ DiggyDiggy Dog hanging out of the window and
screaming obscenities and shouting bang-bang. In
any event I digress onto matters that have little
bearing on my case.
As I said, my campaign for an eighties night at theKings Arms has been a lengthy one, and has included
a good deal of buttering up of folk and, on one
occasion, the threat to firebomb someones house.
The main opponent to my eighties night was the
Kings Arms resident DJ, Alan, who hates
archetypical eighties music with every fibre of his
being. He has said in the past that he will hear
eighties music in the Kings Arms over his rotting
corpse, and he will fight to the last breath to avoid
his beloved speakers being sullied by such aural tripe.
An eloquent man who holds strong to his principles
- I feel I could come to like DJ Alan, were it not for
his hatred of all eighties music, and his well known
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reputation for violent crime and persistent parking
offenses.
Fortunately I found support in the form of
Suresh, the owner of Sureshs Corner Store and
DVD and CD emporium. He carries a lot of sway in
the Kings Arms, and together we lobbied the Pub
Council. Finally victory was ours, Mr George
Smythe grudgingly relented and the eighties nightwas due to take place tomorrow evening, at seven
oclock. I personally led the advertising campaign,
she said proudly, unrolling a sheet of A3 paper she
produced from her bag. The poster was simple and
to the point. The words 80s night. Be There, ordont, its your choice after all were picked out in
bright red letters, just above Music from Lady
Beynons Priceless Collection and the address of
the Kings Arms and tomorrows date.
We had already sold no fewer than eight tickets.
Of course it now seems unlikely it will happen, and
after all my hard work. Lately I have spent all of my
time on the project. I had wanted to take a trip to
Oxford Road I understand that a-ha are doing a
book signing there. I would dearly like to have gone,
but there has not been enough time. For a moment
Lady Gemmas eyes welled up, and Beynon leant
forward with a handkerchief at the ready. Lady
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Gemma however waved him away, swallowing her
distress. She was clearly a woman of hidden iron.
As I said gentlemen, I had finished my tea and
cheesecake and was rolling up my sleeves to return to
work. I made my way to the sitting room and
noticed something was wrongthey had all gone!
Beynon and I gasped in shock. To this day I am
not sure why.I had been sorting and cataloguing my eighties
music collection for tomorrow evening. The wealth
of this musical repository is vast, and includes
countless vinyl recordings, cassettes and a large
number of CDs (produced after the eighties ofcourse). As DJ Alan had refused to play this
evening, and in any event as he had no eighties music
in his collection, I had volunteered my catalogue.
Suresh had also offered his somewhat meagre supply
of eighties tracks, but as he was offering them on a
commercial basis and intended to charge the Kings
Arms 12.50 for the evening my offer to supply a
superior range for free was accepted.
While my whole catalogue is unsurpassed the true
jewel in this musical crown is my vinyl collection, the
finest collection of eighties vinyl in all the land.
These precious recordings are afforded their own
leather case and are my most prized possession. At
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least they were until this morning, when I swallowed
the last of my tea and noticed they had vanished!
Beynon and I gasped again, but as this new
information was nothing more than an elucidation
on the original revelation there was little to justify
our exclamation.
An abomination! was Beynons declaration.
Indeed, replied Lady Gemma. It is certainly atragedy. I personally know of no less than six people
who were looking forward to this evening. The last
words came with something of a choke and Beynon
leapt valiantly to fill the pause.
This has clearly been a most distressing crime.There is little I can do to assuage the trauma you
have experienced Lady Gemma, but I assure you that
I will level all of my considerable talents firmly
against this mystery. If your precious collection of
vinyl can be recovered then I am the man to do it!
he declared. Lady Gemma looked brighter at this
gusto.
Now, I must inspect the scene of the crime at
once, no delay. I trust that would be acceptable?
Good! Watson, go to the street and hail us a
carriage!
With there being little passing traffic on Bhaker
Street, and indeed no carriages for the last sixty years
at least, I decided to take a loose interpretation of
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Beynons instructions and instead telephoned for a
taxi. It was to be there in five minutes. Forty two
minutes later Beynon, Lady Gemma and I stepped
into a grubby white Ford Escort and were whisked
the eight hundred metres to 68 Rochdale Road.
My friends genius is not something I can
overstate, and I have often marvelled at his keen eyeand ability to immediately see the hidden in any
situation. I felt sure he would uncover clues at the
scene of the crime that would open this closed
mystery before us like a fragrant lotus blossom
uncurling its delicate petals to the rising sun. We hadnot even entered the house and his detective instincts
were thrumming.
Is everything out here as you left it? he asked of
Lady Gemma.
I believe so, she replied.You are quite sure? he queried.
Yes, I believe I am.
Its just, there are two details right here, small
details perhaps, that I thought may have warranted a
place in your account.
Such as? asked Lady Gemma, arching her
eyebrow in what might be the beginning on
annoyance.
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Well, the first minor detail would be the fact that
your front door has been smashed from its hinges. I
can see from here where it lays prone in your
hallway, torn completely from the frame with what
can only have been an exceptional amount of force.
Ah, indeed, what keen senses you have, Lady
Gemma complimented. Now that you mention it, I
do not recall using my keys to re-enter the house,and other than thinking it a blessed convenience
when I arrived home, and when I came back out to
dispose of the dead fox, I thought no more of it.
Do not worry yourself my Lady, it is the job of
the trained investigator to notice such things. Thesecond oddity I can spy is the expensive pair of
mens boots, black leather, one that looks chewed
and the other smeared with blood and orange hair,
that lie just to the side of your shattered portal. As
you mentioned living alone, I would conclude the
boots are not yours nor of anyone you know?
Beynon was once again correct, and was again
complimented on his observation skills.
Entering the house we passed over the splintered
mess of the front door. I entered last, and was about
to remark that it was nothing short of a miracle that
Lady Gemma had avoided injury on the mass of
broken glass and timber when Beynon gave an
exclamation from the front room.
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Aha, another clue methinks! When I got to the
front room he had already produced his large reading
magnifier (purchased three months previously from
Pound Stretcher) and was scouring the carpet. It was
easy to see what had attracted his interest. A large
wet red stain was spread across the floor around the
coffee table. My initial thought was that it was a
large puddle of blood, but the bright hue and thepresence of a paint tin, toppled on its side in the
centre of the pool, soon told a different story.
Look Watson, whoever was here must have had
some trouble, they tracked it everywhere! He was
right, livid red footprints marched every which wayin the room before heading through to the kitchen
and disappearing through the back door.
What have you found? asked Lady Gemma,
who had paused in the hallway to deposit her shoes
in a cupboard under the stairs. Her eyes took in the
enormous quantity of red paint sprayed around the
room. It looked as if someone had staged a small
scale Tomatina in her living room, the carpet alone
resembling the canvass for an artistic poltergeist
going through a red period.
Lady Gemma surveyed the room. Hmmm? she
said, in an expectant tone. It would seem she had
not yet noticed the cause of our excitement. Beynon
was unperturbed.
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There is a quantity of paint in this room that I
warrant is not in the location in which you left it.
Vis-a-vis my working hypothesis is that you left the
paint in the tin. Its relocation to the vast majority of
surfaces within the room leads me to conclude not
only that someone other than yourself has been in
this room, but that we stand a chance of catching the
perpetrator of this grave crime with red paint daubedin some manner on their limbs. Beynon paused for
us both to appreciate the wonder of his deductive
reasoning. For my part I felt a tiny tug of relief, as
since entering the room I felt sure we wouldnt
escape without some terrible pun being made.No doubt this was the paint you were using in
the advertising material for the eighties night,
supplied Beynon, gesturing at the overturned tin.
Oh, my. You are certainly good at finding these
tiny clues that I seem to have missed, said Lady
Gemma.
Not at all madam, said Beynon, puffing up with
pride. You will also note that none of the
footprints are barefoot. This means we are either
dealing with multiple burglars or that our single
perpetrator has secured alternative footwear since de-
shoeing outside your front door. May I take a look
at your shoe cupboard?
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Lady Gemmas shoe cupboard was neat and
orderly, twin racks holding a modest but fashionable
array of footwear. There was a single gap among the
ordered ranks of loafers, boots, slippers and kitten
heels. A gap just big enough for a missing pair of
footwear. Just to the side of this gap was a dark
brown stain in the shape of a footprint.
More paint? I asked.Not this time Watson. This time it really is
blood, said Beynon. Lady Gemma, are there items
missing from this rack? Something that should
occupy that space perhaps? Beynon indicated the
empty space on the rack as Lady Gemma peered pasthis shoulder.
My goodness, how right you are. It would seem
I have misplaced my Wellington boots.
Not misplaced Lady Gemma, I am certain that
they have been stolen, along with your priceless
album collection, and if I am not mistaken a tea cosy
from the third drawer down in the kitchen.
My goodness Beynon, however do you deduce
that? I exclaimed.
All in good time Watson. I take it these boots
were your size, a ladys five?
A lesser lady would have bridled at such an
impertinent question, but Lady Gemma sailed
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through any possible offence with an easy manner of
sophistication.
Indeed they were Mr Beynon.
Excellent. Now I fear we must be off. Time
may now play a paramount part in our enquiries.
Lady Gemma, it has been a pleasure making your
acquaintance. Rest assured I will do anything in my
power to return your lost items. I will contact you bytelegram later today.
Lady Gemma looked a trifle confused until I
mouthed email at her over Beynons shoulder.
My thanks to you Mr Beynon, I am already
calmerI feel certain you will succeed. But are yousure you must leave straight away? Could you not at
least stay for some tea and a slice of homemade
cheesecake? Beynon had his hands held aloft, ready
to refuse the call to stay, but on the mention of
cheesecake his expression changed.
Well, there is no point heading out in this
terrible weather on an empty stomach, he said, his
hands dropping to his side. I peered idly out of the
window. The day remained fine and warm, but
before I could mention this fact Beynon had
followed Lady Gemma into the kitchen.
Forty five minutes and two slices (each) of
cheesecake later Beynon and I were hurrying into
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Town. The bright summers day washed around us
like a perfectly chilled fine wine. Birds sung sweetly
as they darted from tree to tree, passers-by nodded in
friendly greeting (or at least mild confusion at my
unusual garb), and homeless vagrants lay contentedly
in the warm sun, their hands grasping paper wrapped
bottles of imperfectly chilled cheap wine.
Beynon and I walked in silence. My friends browwas furrowed and a look of intense concentration
marked his features. At least I attributed the
expression to concentration. On reflection the vast
quantity of cheesecake that we had just consumed
made it possible that it was indigestion. Not beingmuch of a talker, I had always found it easy to enjoy
the companionable silences I shared with Beynon, be
them the product of a profound conundrum or
excessive desert consumption. I also know how
much he valued silence when he was digesting the
minutia of a tantalising case. Such a power of
concentration. I had often thought that in the field
of criminology Wales had suffered a cruel and
profound loss when Beynon had moved to London.
Indeed too in the field of recipe-based-rap, although
I was inclined to believe Beynons musical
endeavours were less a work of unappreciated genius
and more a crime against humanity, and that it was
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an irrelevance which country he practiced in, save the
fact one hoped it was as far away as possible.
I felt sure I had divined our destination, and was
also wrapped up in my own thoughts. I had for
some time been pondering the purchase of a mid-calf
white coat. The full length variety that I currently
wore was devilishly hot in summer, a problem only
compounded when it was layered over trousers. Ihad on one occasion - a trip to the supermarket as it
happens - opted to wear a pair of shorts under the
great white coat. While I was decently dressed by
most modern standards, the sight of my bare legs
rearing up back and forth from beneath the full-length coat gave me the overall appearance of a
flasher, and after the third young lady that I passed
had activated her rape alarm I decided that trousers
were really the only option. Roused from my
thoughts I noticed that Beynon was no longer by my
side, but had stopped to stare in the window of the
book shop. His eyes were fixed on something and a
slow smile bloomed across his face. Returning to
where he stood I too gazed through the shop-front
glass but could see nothing to excite his interest, save
the standard promotional photos and an advert for a
book signing.
Come Watson! said Beynon, a spring now in his
step as he turned away from the window. You have
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studied my methods for some time now. Tell me
what suspects do we have thus far for this hideous
crime?
I had expected this question at some point. I was
indeed a student of Beynons craft, and while I could
not match his natural genius I had made a point of
honing my own deductive skills.
I believe we have three suspects at this stage, allbased on the presence of a motive.
Excellent! Good, good, pray continue,
encouraged Beynon, as if he had not been the one to
interrupt in the first place.
The motives I have are, as you have taught me,the two oldest in all of criminology. The first is
money, and the second passion. Beynons eyes
shone with a twinkle as he nodded his head for me
to go on.
First we have passion. DJ Alan, the Kings
Arms resident DJ, has vowed to stop eighties music
being played at the pub at all costs. Stealing the jewel
in the crown of Lady Gemmas collection would stop
the event in its tracks. As a man of great passion,
and a local with a known history of violent crime and
persistent parking offences, he has both a motive and
demonstrated capability.
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Good work. Man is an emotional creature, and
passion is a compelling motive. Well done Watson.
And for money?
For money we have two suspects: The Kings
Arms publican himself, George Smythe, and local
entrepreneur Suresh. We know that George Smythe
was opposed to the eighties night in the first place,
and we also know that the likely turnout for anyeighties theme will be low. Lady Gemma herself was
pleased at having ticket sales of eight, so it seems
inevitable that the event will be an unprofitable one
for the Kings Arms. If George Smythe were to stop
the eighties night he could return to his Acid Housetheme, guaranteeing a more standard level for the
weekends takings. His suspected involvement in a
drive-by verbal abusing some years ago shows that
he also has the capability for acts of daring.
Finally there is Suresh, local businessman
extraordinaire, who campaigned for the eighties night
with the hope of making 12.50 profit on the rental
of his music collection. With his prime competitor
out of the way, if the eighties night is to continue he
stands to make a tidy, if tiny, profit.
Good work Watson, you have clearly been
paying attention. And here we are now at our first
stop.
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We stood outside Sureshs Corner Store and CD
and DVD Emporium. It was a fairly standard high
street convenience store, one that could have happily
stood in any town in Britain. The bright orange sign
that ran the length of the building proudly carried the
shops name picked out in tall black letters, together
with the slightly ambiguous strap line Local and
Stuff.It was widely reported that one could purchase
anything at Sureshs, not matter what it was. Beynon
had scoffed at this statement and, one evening last
winter, had drunkenly declared to the packed crowd
at the Cock and Bull that he would expose Sureshfor the fraud he was. He decided to put Sureshs
claim to the test by ordering an alligator egg and
promising to pay any cost, whatever it may be!
It had turned out the cost was 16.99.
Inside the shop the temperature increased by a
good ten degrees. The large open fronted freezers
that marched down the walls slowly chugged out
warm air. In their desperation to keep their contents
chilled they gradually poured out more and more
heat from their side vents, an escalating spiral that
produced temperatures only found in the Gobi
desert and British corner shops in the middle of
summer.
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Sureshs strikingly attractive daughter, Mary, was
stationed behind the counter, not a bead of sweat
showing on her fresh face.
Come Watson, hissed Beynon in a whisper, we
must browse for a while to avoid suspicion. While
we wandered among the dried cat food and paper
plates it occurred to me that it was rare for anyone to
browse in a corner shop. The targeted shopping thatthe corner shop user was performing didnt generally
lend itself to a gentle perusal of the shelves. As such
our browsing was in itself suspicious. As we
sauntered into the aisle holding the allied products of
deodorant, ice-cream topping and motor oil Imentioned this concern to Beynon.
Indeed, good thinking my man, he hissed. It
does not appear Suresh is here take this to
purchase and question the young retailer as to his
whereabouts! Fumbling on the shelf without
looking he pressed a tube into my hands. With that
he shoved me in the back towards the till and strode
from the shop.
Hello James, said Mary, smiling at me and
causing my sweat, which was already coursing down
my back, to double its flow rate.
Hhhello, I stammered in reply, placing the tube
on the counter and fumbling in my pocket for my
wallet. I was trembling slightly beneath Marys cool
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gaze. I could hear the end of my stethoscope rattling
lightly against the buttons on my white coat. Just
then I glanced down at the item I was buying.
It was thrush medication.
In social agony the blush spread across my face
from ear to ear. It was too late to back out now, the
item was on the counter. It was purely ridiculousI
didnt even own a bird! What if she asked me whatwas wrong with my pet? With the grace of an angel
Mary ignored the incongruity of my purchase and
calmly scanned the barcode.
That will be 6.99. Would you like an STD?
My heart froze. It was true that I didnt get outthat much lately, and that when I did get out I was
thoroughly absorbed in missing shopping trolleys or
lost cats. Between that and my work I had devoted
little time to socialising, and no time at all to pursuit
of the fairer sex. My most significant female
relationship was with Mrs Hudson, whom I saw
weekly when I helped her to empty her bins. Had I
really been out of the dating game that long? Is this
how it worked nowadays? I had heard that young
people were brazen, shameless and to the point.
Was this how one propositioned someone in the
modern age? I had been silent too long. My open
mouth had gone dry and I could see the beginning of
concern in Marys eyes.
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Err, an STD? I managed.
Yeah, you know. Its Dads new idea: Sureshs
Ticket of Dreams. Its sort of like a local lottery.
Mary pointed at a poster pinned to the front of the
till. The poster had the words Sureshs Ticket of
Dreams printed in black letters just above a yellow
star with only 1 blazoned across it.
Its only a quid, Mary continued, and you gointo the draw to win free milk for the month. Its
like the lottery, only smaller, with a slightly worse
chance ofwinning.
The realisation that Mary was not propositioning
me for casual sex hit like a double blow. First wasthe intense relief that society had not crumbled to
such a nadir. This was swiftly followed by the
crushing disappointment that Mary was not
propositioning me for casual sex. Close on the heels
of this feeling was a subsequent realisation.
So, the dream is a months supply of milk? Is
that many peoples dream?
Mary sniffed. Dunno, but thats what it is.
I politely declined the offer of an STD, and
produced a ten pound note from my wallet for the
thrush medication.
Speaking of your Dad, I began, oozing the
practiced nonchalance of the accomplished spy,
whereabouts is he at the moment?
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The young woman handed me my change from a
small paper cup she had propped on the counter, the
sophisticated electronic cash register taking no part
in the transaction. The ten pound note disappeared
into her back pocket, my eyes momentarily glued to
its trajectory.
Es gone to the 7F Store, needs some new
shoes, Mary replied. Shoes indeed, this would be ofinterest to Beynon!
Say, do you want to grab a bit to eat with me
later? asked Mary, her tone so similar to when she
had offered me an STD that I flushed bright red
again instantly. With a small chocking noise I ranfrom the shop.
Beynon was loitering across the road, his casual
and aimless demeanour disguising the brilliant and
ever active mind that I knew was buzzing within his
refined cranium. I had long supposed that it was the
sheer effervescent activity within his mind that
generated the visceral energy that seemed to imbue
his hair.
Why the haste Watson, has some unspeakable
deed befallen you? I lapsed to a normal pace as I
approached him and shook my head, not yet trusting
my voice to words. With a herculean act of mental
control I regained my composure.
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Nothing Beynon, but what is interesting is that
Suresh is buying new shoes even as we speak!
Beynons eyebrows quirked up towards his hair.
Is he indeed. And where can he be found?
Mary, err his daughter, said he was at the 7F
Store, I replied.
Of course he is, I should have known it. We are
in luck Watson, for the 7F Store is on the way to theKings Arms. Let us go!
The 7F Store was in the opposite direction to the
Kings Arms, but it was a point I would not parley
with Beynon. Once before I had taken exception to
his directions and had been subjected to a three hourlecture on howeverywherewas on the way to somewhere,
and that I really shouldnt be so literal about
geography. Life was the journey, and it took us
where it will. At the time we had been headed for
the airport, and in fact arrived at a meat packing
works. This meant we missed our flights to Corfu,
and therefore our weeks holiday, and as a result I
was singularly unprepared for a lecture on
geographical philosophy. It was not the only time
Beynon and I had come to blows but it was by far
the worst. To date.
The 7F Store was a thing of local legend, although
7F Store was not its name. The trading name of the
establishment was simply The Shoe Shoppe, the
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proprietor one Harold Frankinson. It provided
quality footwear to the discerning gentleman of
unusual proportions. It catered exclusively to men
with shoe sizes well outside the normal range, and so
had become known locally as Frankinsons
Footwear Factory For Freakishly Footed Fellas. The
unspeakable mouthful this moniker presented had
resulted in the economical abbreviation to the 7FStore.
As we approached the 7F its door opened, the
bell hung above the door giving a cheery jingle as the
customer exited. Hastily Beynon pulled me into the
narrow alleyway that ran along the side of the store.Quiet Watson, much can be gained by the
unobserved observer!
Suresh stepped out on to the street, stooping a
little to avoid his head on the lintel of the door. He
was an immense man built on an exotically
economical scale. His height must have nudged
seven foot, but there was scarcely anything of him to
speak of. He was whip thin, the analogy in this case
being more than usually appropriate, as when he
turned sideways he became quite hard to see. The
wiry beanpole of a man stepped clear of the entrance
to the 7F and it became immediately obvious why he
needed to shop there. In reflection of the elongation
of his body two enormous feet surged out from the
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bottom of his spindly legs. It put one in mind of the
clowns at the circus, so enormous were his shoes. It
looked as if he had accidently placed his feet into two
canoes and, failing to experience any undue
discomfort, had decided to go about his business. I
wondered if there was even a shoe size that could
describe such gargantuan galoshes. They had to be
custom made, and as an example of the products ofthe 7F Store I suspect there were no finer examples.
With a curious gait Suresh walked straight past
Beynon and I, no doubt on his way back to Sureshs
Corner Store and CD and DVD Emporium. We
both held our breath as he passed but he seemed notto notice us, the vast feet flapping past with the noise
of an angry seagull horde. I couldnt fathom how I
had failed to notice this physiological phenomenon
before, until it occurred to me that I had only ever
encountered Suresh at the corner store, where he was
invariably stationed behind the counter, his feet
obscured from view. Indeed, it occurred to me that I
had never seen anything of him from about mid-
thigh downwards. Until this point, from all my
encounters with the man, it was entirely possible that
he ended just above the knee. Even his height had
remained shrouded. He always loomed above the
customers, but I had always assumed this was an
artefact of a raised platform behind the counter, not
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the effect of an elongated spine. My goodness, what
if Mary was also a giant!
Beynon tapped my arm, rousing me from my
thoughts.
Hes out of earshot now Watson. Goodness,
quite a sight eh? Now, onward to the Kings Arms.
With that Beynon strode out of the alley and back
the way we had come.But wait, dont you want to interview Suresh? I
asked.
No need Watson. I can say with certainty that
he is not our man.
I shook my head in wonder. I knew that Beynonwould not reveal his thoughts until he was good and
ready, but I did not see how he could already have
established Sureshs innocence. But I also knew
better than to doubt the master detective. A small
knowing smile was on his lips and he moved with the
characteristic vigour that imbued him when he was
on the scent.
Before long we stood before the crumbling facade
of the Kings Arms. It was a sorry site of faded
grandeur. It had once no doubt been one of the
proudest examples of sixties brutalism, its poured
concrete walls surging upwards towards the sky, a
sky that would so often reflect the buildings glory
with a leaden concrete grey of its own. It had since
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been re-clad in a faugh brick cladding, a project that
the council had declared was to disguise the
abomination that is the Kings Arms, one of the
greatest eyesores in Abbey Wood, nay the civilised
world. I could see that Beynon shared my feelings
in equal measure.
It does look a lot better now, doesnt it? he
declared as we pushed our way through the heavyimitation oak door, 39.99 from IKEA, and into the
airlock.
The inside of the Kings Arms looked as if it had
not changed since it was built. It was the kind of
pub that was channelling the cosy yet a little hostilevibe that only the great British pub could
accomplish. It suggested that this was a nice and
friendly place where you could sit in comfort and
enjoy a quiet drink.
Just not for you.
The interior design effect was much like being
trapped within a tree. Dark wood panelling lined the
walls and ceiling, a polished wooden floor
completing the effect. A brass foot rail, gleaming in
the dim light, wrapped its way around the dark wood
bar. A dark wood glass holder hung down from
above the wooden bar top, its strategic height
meaning it was nearly impossible to stand with a
straight back and read the items written on the
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blackboard behind the bar. This seemingly random
feature was another line in the Kings Arms defence
against strangers. The details of the board never
changed, and if you had to read them you were
clearly one of The Others, and therefore a sore back
and a crick in your neck from reading the specials
was the least of your concerns.
Throughout the pub private booths were createdthrough the strategic placement of yet more wooden
panelling, simultaneously creating cubby holes of
comfort for the regulars and decreasing the available
seating for those not brave enough to enter the dim
recesses. So private and secluded were these alcovesthat it was rumoured that old Jack Delaney had died
in one on a Saturday night in the summer of 1974
and had not been discovered until the autumn. The
autumn of 1982 that is. It was said that the smell of
his decaying corpse had briefly battled with the fetid
odours from the Kings Arms kitchen but had quickly
declared a truce, recognising a war it could not hope
to win.
As it was a Saturday the Kings Arms was serving
cooked breakfasts all day, a meal that was proving
very popular with the assorted locals and those
wishing to commit suicide through cardiac disease.
It was clear that the kitchen must once again be
doing a brisk trade. You could cut the atmosphere in
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the pub with a knife, so thick was the airborne
shimmer of grease. In fact, it seemed likely that you
could not only cut the air with a knife but proceed to
spread it on bread.
The airborne grease combined with heavy smoke
to give the inside of the Kings Arms an appearance
akin to heat haze. In strict compliance with the law
the Kings Arms was a smoke free environment,where no one was permitted to smoke. In order to
comply with the letter of the law but maintain the
atmosphere its locals demanded, the Kings Arms had
been hermetically sealed at midnight on 30 June
2007. The air inside the pub had therefore beenunchanged for years, a luxury maintained through the
airlocks on every entrance to the establishment, a
minor inconvenience that the locals tolerated to keep
things just the way they liked.
As we approached the bar the landlord, George
Smythe, eyed us with suspicion. We were known as
locals of the Cock and Bull, a pub notable for its
superior supply of oxygen and cheaper beer prices
(largely as a result of not having to maintain space-
grade airlocks). Therefore while we were not The
Enemy (a title attributed to tee-totallers and those
that didnt consider darts to be a sport), we were not
exactly welcome.
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George Smythe was himself an interesting
character, one we knew more by reputation than
acquaintance. He was a very small man, five foot at
the most, and gaunt in the extreme. Where Suresh
was thin in what appeared a normal way (at least for
him), there was no escaping the impression that
George Smythe was wasting away. His back was
crooked and bent, compounding the impression ofsmall stature, and his short arms looked feeble and
weak. His voice was dry and rasping, like metal
pulled across a stone.
Whatll it be gentlemen, he asked, eyeing my
coat and stethoscope with that looked like a sneer.Two orange juices if you please, said Beynon,
his turn of phrase leaving Smythe in a momentary
pocket of perplexion as to whether this was a request
or a question. With agonising slowness the landlord
shuffled down the bar to the small fridge. Lifting out
a carton of juice with apparent effort he placed it
gingerly on the bar top. Pulling two glasses down
from the glass rack, one at a time, he grasped the
carton in two hands and slowly poured out two
glasses of juice.
Thats eight quid, he rasped.
Daylight robbery! exclaimed Beynon, his
eyebrows quirking in surprise. Smythe gave a
gravelly, mirthless laugh.
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Seals on the side airlock need replacing. Those
bastards at NASA charge a fortune. You think Im
made of money? he grumbled. With a grimace
Beynon dug a ten pound note from his wallet and
slid it across the counter. Smythe rang up no sale
on the till and handed Beynon his change.
As we sipped our extortionate juice another man
sidled up to the counter. He was dressed virtually inrags, so poor was his attire. His coat was tattered
and torn and great rents could be seen in his jeans.
His hair was a ragged mess and I caught a whiff of an
unpleasant odour battling valiantly to overcome the
stale smoke-filled grease-laden air that had deadenedmy sense of smell.
Alright Alan? said Smythe.
The figure identified as Alan gave a grunt and
heaved itself onto a stool. So, this was DJ Alan. We
had two of the suspects right here together!
Pint please George, said the dishevelled mess.
Smythe looked embarrassed and shifted his feet
behind the counter.
Now Alan, you know youve maxed out your
slate, and its not like youre even playing this
weekend. I cant extend you any more credit. Im
sorry, but you know how it is, Ive got an airlock
payment coming up next month.
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The dishevelled mess gave another grunt and was
about to rise from his perch when Beynon spoke up
over his orange juice.
I would be happy to stand the round good
fellow. I would hate to sit and drink at the bar on
my own. The presence of both myself and Smythe
at the bar made this a somewhat incongruous
comment, but the prospect of a beer and anadditional sale respectively caused Alan and Smythe
to pay it no attention.
Smythe pulled the pint, extorted a ridiculous sum
from my friend and slid the glass across the wooden
bar top to DJ Alan, who grunted his thanks.So, you are not playing tomorrow night as usual?
I had been quite looking forward to your Acid House
stylings, said Beynon.
DJ Alan shifted on his stool and shot Smythe a
murderous look, before turning to face his beer
benefactor.
Nar, tis some gawd-awful chisy nunsense
instud, he drawled. It was a most fascinating accent
that I found impossible to place. It was almost as if
it had been decided that his dialogue should be
unique but without due thought being given to how
it would actually sound.
Indeed, said Beynon in the tone of a man who
is not one hundred percent sure what he has heard.
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Yar. I swore twould niver hapin, but den dis
fule here gonan caved. He nodded at Smythe
behind the bar.
Now, now. You know I was left with little
choice. Its not like I want it to happen either,
protested Smythe.
Yar? Well yun niver dud nuthin, nither! said
Alan, before taking a swig of his pint.And what did you expect me to do exactly?
Alan paused while he drained his pint to the last
drop, caught my and Beynons eye with a yellowy
stare before turning back to Smythe.
Wull know wut yur capible uf, DJ Diggy! hespat.
Smythes faced flushed red with anger.
That was a long time ago, a long time! he
growled, before collapsing into a fit of wheezing and
coughing. It was a full three minutes before the
coughing fit finished, leaving Smythe panting and
leaning weakly against the bar.
Well, I must say I have enjoyed this conversation
in your charming establishment, said Beynon, rising
from the stool. But I fear my colleague and I must
be off as we have urgent business to attend to. He
swept an elaborate bow and turned heel towards the
airlock, leaving both DJ Alan and George Smythe
looking a little confused.
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But we hardly questioned them at all! I said as
we waited for the outer door of the airlock to open.
Indeed we did not, said Beynon, heaving open
the door and stepping out into the sunlight. The
abrupt increase in oxygen saturation of the air briefly
caused yellow and purple lights to dance in front of
my eyes. But there was no need to ask anything
more.He had a twinkle in his eye and a firm set about
his mouth. I knew he would tell me no more until
he was ready. Over the years I had come to accept
this fact and shouldered it with the best grace I could
muster.And now Watson, after our hard days work I
suggest we retire to 22 (upper flat) Bhaker street and
prepare our evening repast. I think todays events
have gone very well indeed, and I feel so inclined to
treat you to my world famous chilli.
This was good news indeed. I have sampled no
better chilli than that made by Sherlock Beynon. I
secretly harbour the wish to one day visit Mexico,
solely so I can travel the country sampling the cuisine
and declaring that none noneof it is better than
that prepared by my friend.
The preparation of the chilli necessitated a trip to
Belvedere Tesco, where we received our customary
one and half percent discount on account of having
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solved the missing trolley mystery. I had recorded
this trip for ingredients in exacting detail as I thought
it would have a bearing on the case. As I have since
discovered it was in no way relevant I have removed
it from this account.
We lay in our chairs (which in Beynons case was
a bean bag) stuffed to the gills with chilli. I fearedthat I was in mortal peril, and that any moment
would explode. In a feeble attempt to stave off such
a gory end I was taking the shallowest breaths I
could without passing out.
I say, this is a most singular caper! said Beynon.The case of the lost eighties records? I asked.
No no, not that. This here, he said, holding
something small and green aloft. This caper. Its
the only one left. I thought Id a whole jar left, but it
seems another trip to Tesco is in order before Iprepare our Sunday meal.
I grunted in reply. I would usually eschew the
monosyllabic in preference of the erudite, preferring
the superfluous phrase to the pithy riposte. In this
instance however I was concerned that speech might
rupture my stomach lining.
Although that too is a singular caper. So
Watson, who do you think the villain is in this
intriguing mystery?
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I shifted on the chair. By good fortune the food
within my stomach seemed to achieve a slightly
higher degree of tessellation, providing me with just
enough room to draw a deeper breath.
I must say I am not sure. I still think it could
have been any of them. I was surprised we didnt
investigate further, at the very least with a view to
establishing alibis.I paused. Beynon was just smiling at me,
encouraging me to continue.
On the whole, I would say the most villainous
seemed to be DJ Alan. We know that George
Smythe is not adverse to breaking the law, and themonths-supply-of-milk lottery being run by Suresh
suggests a cruel and devious mind.
I secretly hoped it wasnt Suresh. I didnt want to
see Marys Dad locked away in jail.
I have little data to go on, so must trust my
instincts. I think it was DJ Alan, I declared.
Beynon let loose a peal of amused laughter.
My dear friend, you have studied my ways
intently and yet still you look but do not see. Data
data data. You feel you have none, and yet still bend
your facts to suit theories, rather than theories to suit
facts.
I was a little affronted.
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Well then Beynon, its not good sport to mock a
fellow. Tell me what you have seen that I have
missed.
All in good time good Doctor. All I can tell you
now is that it was in fact none of the gentleman we
met today.
None!
Indeed so. But fear not, I have solved the caseand I know the identity of the culprit. Ponderously
he rose from his bean bag.
And now I must leave to confront our criminal.
But not as Sherlock Beynon I feel. Wobbling
unsteadily, one hand to his stomach, the greatdetective left the room. I divined the meaning of
this comment. Beynon, as well as being an expert
criminologist, was a master of disguise. His
characterisations both amazed and amused me.
No sooner had he left than he returned, clad
exactly as before but with a pair of black rimmed
plastic glasses perched on his nose. There were no
lenses in the frame, and a large pink plastic nose
replete with black plastic moustache dangled from
the nose bridge.
Dear god! I exclaimed.
Fear not Watson, it is I, Sherlock Beynon, not a
mysterious stranger. I will be out most of the
evening so dont wait up. Pray send a telegram to
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Lady Gemma and inform her that her collection will
be returned by sunrise. With that he left.
I saw Beynon only briefly over the next twenty
four hours. I had emailed Lady Gemma as
instructed before watching TV and retiring to bed.
The next morning I was enjoying a light breakfast
when a crash at the door announced my friendsreturn. He strode into the parlour, the impenetrable
plastic disguise still mounted on his visage, the pink
plastic nose a little askew and the moustache smeared
with what looked like lipstick.
Goodness Beynon, have you only just gotback? I asked. But before my friend could reply the
telephone rang. It was Lady Gemma.
My word, I do not how you Gentlemen have
achieved it, but when I woke this morning my record
collection was on the front step, came Lady
Gemmas excited voice. I was as surprised as she,
but hid my emotions well.
Do you know what else? Placed on top of the
box was nothing less than a signed photograph from
Morten Harket!
My evasive reply must have given something
away.
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You know Morten, a-has lead singer? said Lady
Gemma, her tone carrying her consternation at my
lack of cultural education.
Anyway, it is truly marvellous, but now I must
go and prepare. My profound thanks to you both.
There will of course be free tickets for you at
tonights disco. I shall leave instructions at the
door. With that we had said our goodbyes andLady Gemma hung up.
Lady Gemma I presume? said Beynon.
Indeed yes, the collection has been returned!
As I knew it would be. No you must excuse me
Watson, for I have not slept all night. I will lie abedthis sunny Sunday in preparation for what I suspect
will be the finest eighties night in the history of
mankind.
It was indeed a fabulous eighties night. Whetheror not it was the finest in the history of mankind was
something I could not decide, but it was rather fun.
All of our expectations had been exceeded with an
attendance topping a dozen, and the music from
Lady Gemmas priceless collection was the highlight
of the evening. It had also not escaped my notice
the Beynon very much enjoyed himself, especially
when in the company of Lady Gemma. It struck me
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that she also seemed to enjoy their time together, and
I fancied I could see the beginning of a fine romance.
Weary after our evening of frenzied gyration,
Beynon and I were in the parlour in our standard
pose on our chairs (which as usual in Beynons case
was a bean bag).
What an evening, I remarked. Thank
goodness it was able to proceed.Beynon nodded his agreement, the pipe (unlit)
clamped between his teeth.
You have still not told me how you cracked the
case, I prompted. Beynon grinned, but to my relief
it seemed the time had come for him to share histale.
It really was quite primary school, he began,
pausing briefly as if this wasnt exactly what he had
intended to say.
You had remarked that we had not collected
enough data from our suspects to exclude them from
our enquiries. I disagreed. I will now share the key
pieces of information, that were as plain to you as
they were to I, that excluded these three men and led
me to confront the true villain.
First I will vindicate the noble shopkeeper Suresh,
supposed motive: money. You will remember that at
the scene of the crime we discovered some discarded
mens boots?
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I nodded.
And also that Lady Gemma had suffered the
theft of a pair of ladies size five Wellington boots, in
addition to her priceless collection?
I nodded again.
Good. It is therefore not a massive deductive
leap to assume the boots belonged to the perpetrator
of the crime who, having abandoned his shoes at thedoorway, needed a replacement pair. When he opted
for the Wellington boots he gave us a further piece
of information, namely that his feet must be able to
fit a ladies size five shoe. An unusual feat, if you will
excuse the pun, for any man. This piece of evidence,when combined with Sureshs feet of enormous
proportions, was sufficient to put our local grocer
and alligator egg salesman in the clear.
I heaved a small sigh of relief. Marys dad was
not going to jail.
Next we have Mr George Smyth, aka DJ Diggy
Diggy Dog, who we also suspect on the motive of
greed. We know he is acquainted with the gangster
underworld and there can be little doubt he has the
mental metal to commit crime. But you will recall
that the burglar gained entrance to 68 Rochdale Road
through dint of tremendous physical force. The
door was ripped from its hinges, suggesting not only
a well built man but an individual of athletic
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disposition. The man we met yesterday could not
have managed such a task.
I was forced to agree. I too had seen all of this
but had not managed to make the connections that
Beynon found second nature.
And finally we have your prime suspect, DJ
Alan. Suspected of a crime of passion. In this
instance we again look to the discarded shoes to clearour suspect. You will have noted, as did I, that the
boots were a quality leather and expensive design.
The workmanship left nothing to doubt as to the
cost of this footwear. It can also not be disputed
that DJ Alan is a poor and desperate soul, who itwould appear can barely clothe himself and is in debt
to George Smythe. It is impossible that this man
would be the owner of such fine footwear, so again
we must exclude him.
It was all plain as he laid it before me, but I found
it only opened up more questions than it answered.
But Beynon, with that being the case, how on
earth did you deduce the person that did it?
All in good time. It will help you if you
understand the exact sequent of events of the
robbery. I was virtually certain of all that had
occurred when I completed my tour of 68 Rochdale
Road. When I confronted the villain last night he
broke down and confirmed my suspicions.
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It was of course possible to be led astray by one
simple assumption that Lady Gemma had madean
assumption that removed the clue that made
everything else fall into place.
Goodness Beynon, what assumption was this? I
asked.
A simple one, based as it was on the available
facts but without the rigour that must be applied bythe professional investigator. No, the mistake that
Lady Gemma made was to assume that it was the
badger, and not the fox, that consumed her left over
chicken Jalfrezi.
I was underwhelmed by this revelation but waitedpatiently for Beynon to continue.
The events unfolded thus. When Lady Gemma
left for her walk in the morning she noted the badger
and fox contesting the rights to her leftover meal. It
was in fact the fox that prevailed, the badger
departing the field of battle. The fox proceeded to
gorge itself on the chicken Jalfrezi and, when sated,
needed a comfy place to sleep. As Lady Gemma had
mentioned, her house receives all day sun and, given
the temperature yesterday, I deduced she would have
left a window open to cool the interior as she took
her walk. The fox hauled its swollen belly through
this window and proceeded to take a nap in Lady
Gemmas house.
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Our villain arrived at 68 Rochdale Road not long
before Lady Gemma arrived home. He rang the bell,
which awakened the fox, but got no reply. It was at
that moment that he made an uncharacteristic snap
decisionthat he would steal what he had come for
and he kicked in the front door. This sudden noise
startled the fox, already grumpy from Jalfrezi induced
indigestion, which launched itself through theshattered doorway and attacked the burglar. The
fox, clearly a fearsome creature to have defeated an
adult badger, locked its jaws on the mans boot. In
desperation the man took off the boot not attached
to the fox and bludgeoned his attacker to death,losing the boot the fox had clamped its jaws to in
the process. You will note, of course, that while one
of the boots had a chewed appearance, the other was
smeared with fox blood and fox hair.
I did indeed remember the boots being as he
described, but I had given little thought to the orange
hair and what it might mean.
Freed from his orange assailant the man fled
through the doorway, no doubt injuring his feet on
the broken glass. His first thought was to protect his
bare feet. Having abandoned his own footwear, and
possibly being in some doubt as to whether the fox
was dead or merely unconscious, he raided Lady
Gemmas shoe cupboard. It is possible that he chose
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the Wellington boots at random, although I think
you will agree there is something irresistible about
yellow PVC.
I made no comment.
Now shod in yellow wellys our man made his
way to the living room where he spied his prize,
neatly contained in the leather box. There he has
slipped and fallen. Quite why I have been unable toaccount for, although I suspect the fox wounds to
some degree. He has fallen head first against the red
paint tin (which Lady Gemma really should had had
a lid on, but thankful for us she did not), which has
spilled onto the back of his head and across thefloor. Scrambling to his feet he has walked through
the paint and secured his prize, before making his
way from the living room. Fearing a reprisal attack
from the fox he has made his way to the rear of the
house through the kitchen. On reaching the rear
door he has caught his reflection in the glass and
noticed his bright red hair. Fearing his appearance
would immediately cause a sensation he has
plundered Lady Gemmas drawers and secured her
tea cosy as a hat. Henceforth he has left 68 Rochdale
Road, climbed up and over the wall and made his
escape.
Goodness Beynon, it is all a clear as day when
you say it. To think what I have seen the same clues
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but could not piece it all together. But what I do not
understand is how you deduced the identity of the
man?
Beynons eyes twinkled and his glee was obvious.
He would no doubt tell me that it was all primary
school, or whatever his phrase of choice was, but it
was clear he was very impressed at his own abilities.
As well he might, for I felt that the entiremetropolitan police force, with its profound
resources at its disposal, would be at a loss to
determine the identity of our villain.
Would it help to know the motive of the crime?
Jealousy! Pure and simple jealousy. The green eyedmonster can be a powerful beast my dear Watson,
and an oft overlooked motivator for crime. Once I
had applied this motive to my deductions the culprit
became clear. Our villain was none other than
Morten Harket himself!
I was stunned. I had only hours earlier learned
who Morten Harket was. As the lead singer from a-
ha his records made up a substantial proportion of
Lady Gemmas collection. Had it not been my good
friend saying it, I would have declared the notion
preposterous.
But why Beynon? Why would an eighties pop
legend steal Lady Gemmas records? I asked.
Beynons grin widened.
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For the very reason I gave. He knew that Lady
Gemmas collection was the very finest in all the
world and he coveted it. I imagine his reasoning ran
thus: he was an eighties star, therefore he should
have the greatest eighties record collection in all the
world. The fame of her collection being what it was
his own record horde, not insignificant in itself, gave
him no pleasure at all. So he decided that he musthave it. I truly believe that he did not intend crime
when he set out that morning. But when Lady
Gemma was not at home for him to bargain with he
decided he would have the records that very day, no
matter how he obtained them. He was trulyremorseful. When I confronted him last night,
incognito, he confessed everything, and committed
to returning the records the very next day.
Well, I am satisfied on the why, but goodness
Beynon, how did you know it was him?
Lady Gemma mentioned he was in town, so I
knew he would at least have the opportunity. As to
the rest, you forget Watson that we had seen Morten
that very day, walking down Bhaker Street, carrying
the records and wearing the boots and cosy, the soles
of the boots still trailing the red paint.
The man we sawfrom the window! I gasped.
The very same. I joined this seemingly
unconnected occurrence to the events at 68
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Morten Harket, in staunch denial of having nits,
instead attributes the scalp ailment to the effects of
his latest hobby. To undertake this past time he
frequently has to wear lenses and magnifying glasses
strapped to his head, the chaffing effect of which
causes dry skin. It is somewhat inconvenient, but
there is really no way to avoid it. I enjoying restoring
old clocks and watches, and some of the componentsare so small you need the magnification to be able to
see them.
I stopped reading to look up at Beynon, his face
aglow with victory.
You see Watson, the man is a clockmaker!
* * *
It had been exactly three weeks since the events
of Lady Gemmas priceless collection. The time hadpassed without much excitement, and Beynon and I
sat in our cosy parlour, he in his bean bag and I in
my chair. We were both absorbed in our reading,
until suddenly the lights flickered on and off in a very
dramatic way, one moment plunging us into utterdarkness and the next flaring into brilliant
luminescence. After wobbling on and off for some
moments they finally settled, a heavy pause hanging
in the air.
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What the deuce was that? I wondered out loud.
Beynon had an odd look on his face, and it was
some time before he replied in leaden tones.
It was an omen.
For my part I rather fancied it was Mrs Hudsons
pet hamster, which had once again escaped from its
cage and was gnawing on the electrical wiring in a
frenzied suicide attempt. But perchance Beynon wascorrect, for I feel that neither of us could have
anticipated the enormous events that were about to
overtake us. The gravity of the occurrences of next
fortnight would shake our world to the very core and
leave us both with scars we would bear for the restof our lives.
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