Turning Wyse closed the door, he knew it was vital every detail and observation be recorded meticulously. A process he had practiced many times in complete serenity.
It was therefore somewhat of a surprise to feel a slight nervousness to his thinking. One which was being closely watched by his body, in case it needed to do any shaking or even release some bodily fluid. It occurred to him the blame for this was due to Elms.
‘Elms, I can’t see! Why haven’t you put the lights on?’
‘I didn’t know you were going to close the door.’
‘Apology accepted Elms, now really do try to find the light switch.’
After a muffled response eventually the room was bathed in the twilight of an eco friendly bulb which was very politely trying not to interrupt the darkness too much. The generally invisible decor of the house had been continued into the sparse bedroom and contained only a bed and an enormous cupboard.
‘The body?’ said Elms.
‘First we must inspect the rest of the room, it is all too easy to miss that vital clue which will prove invaluable later,’ said Wyse through gritted determination.
‘That’s one big cupboard,’ said Elms.
‘Yes, it is rather large.’ replied Wyse, who had been making his way to the body before unconsciously stepping back from the sheer presence of the intimidating furniture.
‘You could get five people in there,’ said Elms testing the handle.
‘Or a murderer?’ mused Wyse.
‘Yes, I suppose you could hide in there if you had been unexpectedly interrupted,’ Elms paused mid turn as the handle clicked loudly, ‘it’s locked, can you see the key anywhere?’
‘Now is not the time to become distracted, Elms. We must concentrate on the matter at hand.’ said Wyse, ‘I am quite sure the murderer has long gone...’
‘I found it,’ said Elms, picking up a large brass key which was hanging off the bedpost by a piece of red ribbon. Quickly he unlocked the cupboard.
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