Myrtle Shaw Investigates


(1300 words) Myrtle Shaw sat on a well-cushioned, folding chair, sipping champagne. It was six o’clock in the evening but the sun was still quite high, casting a comforting summer warmth over the thin crowd of spectators. To her back was a wall of the ancient stone church, St. Mary’s, and in front of her, white-costumed figures stood, ran, and enacted their roles on the smooth grass. “Ooh, this champagne’s going to my head.” “That’s the idea!” laughed Major D’Arcy-Smith, her erstwhile companion and ever-hopeful suitor. “Would you like some more?” He took a heavy green bottle, glistening with water droplets, from an ice-bucket. Myrtle was in her seventies, but sprightly, her skin well-toned, and her brown hair still its original colour, untinged by chemical potions. Her eyes were green and she only wore glasses for reading, and, of course, for examining clues. “Just a drop, Tom.”

The Final Mystery


“Evidently the intruder gained access here,” said Holmes, tapping the high brick wall behind the Midland Bank. “But how...?” “Look carefully Watson, I opine these holes were made by metal studded clogs!” “But where the Devil would a fellow get those?” Holmes took out a magnifying glass and looked carefully at the marks. “One and … Continue reading The Final Mystery