Originally posted by zeitghost
Ralph Mellish reached his office in ...[name] Street, Peterborough, at 9.05 a.m.., exactly the same time he usually got in.
ENID: Morning, Mr. Mellish.
MELLISH: Morning, Enid.
Enid, a sharp-eyed, clever young girl, who had been with the firm for only four weeks, couldn't help noticing the complete absence of tiny, but telltale blood stains on Mr. Mellish's clothing. Nor did she notice anything strange in Mr Mellish’s behaviour that whole morning, nor the next morning nor at any time before or since the entire period she worked with that firm.
MELLISH: Have the new paper clips arrived, Enid?
ENID: Yes, they are over there, Mr Mellish.
MELLISH: Oh.
But for the lack of any untoward circumstances for this young secretary to notice and the total non-involvement of Mr. Mellish in anything illegal, the full weight of the law would have ensured that Ralph, Aldous Mellish would have ended up like all who challenge the fundamental laws of our society: in an iron coffin with spikes on the inside!

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