19 May 2007
8.45 PM
Tlal... Tl...Chssss....!!!!
The wine glass fell on the floor
breaking into pieces and making a loud noise.
“You were lying all these years. You
made me believe that he killed my
mother. But I can't believe you did this.You murdered my mother. Oh God..!!”
the girl in grey T-s screamed.
The Guy in the dark suit responded
quickly “Oh Dear..!!It's surprising that it took you so long” and smiled.
Violent tides hitting the shores could be heard.
“Yeah I agree it took me long to know
that it was you who killed my mother. But it won't be long when I see you
arrested. I have every piece of evidence to prove you guilty” smirked, the girl
in anger.
The Guy flashed a smile and said “And
why do you think I have made you come here??”
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“OPB. I am here to investigate” said Mr.
Vowl and showed his ID card. Jnag Vowl, Chief Detective, Origiana Police
Bureau it read. The security guards at the entrance who were frisking him
stopped for a moment and stepped aside.
“I knew I deserved a better treatment”
winked Mr. Vowl and walked into the beautifully built mansion. Spring villa
read the engravings on the wall name plate.
There was a decent gathering in the
house. A couple of dozens of mourners were seen in the hall. Mr. Simon Blurt, a
hugely built gentleman in his early forties was sitting on the plush leather
chaise lounge. He looked emotionally drained. His seventeen year old niece was
found dead near CHASM resort at Volia Beach the previous night, with a slit
throat. Mr Vowl was the investigation incharge.
“I presume you are Mr. Blurt” said Mr.
Vowl and extended his hand. Mr. Blurt chose not to react. Vowl hiding his
embarrassment reached for his ID card and smiled “I am Jnag Vowl, Officer in
charge of Ms Clara’s Murder case”. Mr. Blurt signalled him to take his seat.
Vowl felt the softness of the couch and
started admiring the beauty of the mansion. It had best of the best interiors
with paintings of Van Gogh and Picasso adorning the wall. The furnitures and
the richly built interiors reflected the wealth of the bachelor Mr. Simon
Blurt, owner of one of the biggest resort chains in Origiana- Chasm Resorts.
“You are seen alone. Other Cops didn't
turn up? And anything about the murderer? ” the questions put a halt to Vowl’s
admiration on Blurt’s wealth.
“Well,sometimes I
prefer not being accompanied when on investigation. We are yet to find
some serious clues about the case” Vowl took out his black colored, palm sized
Diary and continued “I have few revelations to make and a may be a bit of
quizzing. I ask for privacy”.
He followed it up with a bright wide
grin.
“I suppose that’s why he flashes his teeth
again and again. They are white and bright” someone in the hall whispered.
Mr Blurt wore his glasses and stood up.
“Follow me” said he and took the stairs.
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“ You are telling that Clara has no
stakes in your wealth, since it was not inherited and you amassed it all by
yourself. No insurance as well. That indicates that you won't be benefited from
her death. Is that right?” asked Mr Vowl marking something in the diary. Mr
Blurt nodded in agreement.
“Seven years back Clara’s mother, I mean
your Sister was found shot dead. Three months later her husband was arrested
and convicted for murdering her. Evidences found were convincing and against
him. He was hanged to death, a month later. Till his last breath he had only
one thing to tell, that he was innocent.” said Vowl and looked at Blurt. Blurt
showed no emotions.
“And after a year, you opened your first
resort. And as per your statement again, you received no financial cover upon
your sister’s death. The question that I have now is how a person who was
struggling hard for a living managed to open a resort?” and he threw a curious
look.
Blurt remaining in the same emotions
asked “It has something to do with the case?” “Since I am not writing a biopic
on you, i assume i asked the question because it was relevant to the case”
responded Vowl sharply.
“Moving ahead, the cops found this at
the scene. Can you identify it?” asked Vowl and from his pocket he took out a
Cigar lighter. It was gleaming in the well lit room. “No” was his reply. “Why
don't you take it in your hands and have a closer look?” said Vowl and passed
the lighter to him. Blurt took it in his hands and closely examined the lighter
and frowned for a moment. Tiny letters J.M. were seen engraved on the metal strip.
“I don't know” said he and returned it back to Vowl.
After a brief moment of silence, Mr Vowl
stood up and walked towards the window. He looked out and said “According our
investigations we got to know that Clara was seen going out with some man from
past few months. Are you aware of that?”. “No” was the sharp response.
“Now that takes me to the next question,
where were you when the crime took place? At the crime scene?”
“I stayed in my house after 6.30 PM. I
have already told you, you can clarify the same with the servants”.
“I heard you have an interesting
wardrobe collection” smiled Vowl and proceeded towards the wardrobe.
“I am sorry Detective but you don't have
search warrant, i assume. Or do you??” asked Blurt furiously.
“In that case you can lodge a complaint
against me, Mr Blurt” said he and he pulled out a long brown jacket along with
a white shirt. “Is that the jacket that you were wearing yesterday evening at 8
‘o clock when you went to the resort in Volia?” asked Mr Vowl maintaining his
composure.
“You are trying to put an allegation on
me?”, for the second time Mr Blurt showed emotions. He looked angry now. “It
would have been an allegation if I didn't have this” replied Vowl and showed
him three photographs. The photographs taken from CCTV showed Blurt entering
the hotel the previous day. He was wearing the same brown jacket and white
shirt.
“What are you trying to prove?” , Blurt
looked scared now. His eyes widened. Vowl placed the shirt and the jacket back
in the wardrobe and replied “I am not sure what i will be trying to prove
unless you answer my question honestly”.
Blurt stood up tensed “What is that you
have got to ask? But before that let me tell you, I am innocent. Why on the
earth i would kill my own niece!!”
Vowl narrowed his eyes and said “That's
why I am here. To find out why you killed her.”
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19 May 2007
8.30 pm
“Ah finally you are here. I was waiting
for you Uncle” said the girl in Grey T-s, stressing on the last word. The night
looked unusually dark. The guy who entered the room sensed unusual pitch in her
tone.
“What happened Clara? You look tensed.
Something wrongmy child?” the man in dark suit asked her and tried to cuddle
her.
She got up and poured herself a drink.
“My father was convicted and put to death on the charges of murdering my
mother. And you constantly kept telling me that my father was innocent. Is that
right?”
He replied “Yes. And I have already told
you about the murderer. And...”.
She interrupted him in middle.
“And how he managed fake evidence and
proved my father guilt. I know Uncle. I remember every bit of the story.” She
paused to pour a little more wine.
“From past one year I have been trying
hard to gather all evidence to prove that he is the one who murdered my mother.
And that my father was an innocent.” She sounded in emotional rage. Even in the
dull lit room, the man could make out that her eyes had turned red reflecting
her emotions.
“That's very much correct my dear. And
let me remind you, it was us and not you alone who were working on it” said he
looking out through the window.
“That's enough” shouted Clara and threw
the wine glass. She looked furious.
Tlal Chssss..!!!!!
The wine glass fell on the floor
breaking into pieces and making a loud noise.
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“What makes you feel that?” asked Vowl
curiously. He had stopped taking down notes.
Mr Blurt leaned against the wall,with a
cigar in his lips. He opened the table drawer and took out a lighter. Mr Vowl
stood watching the lighter as Blurt lit his cigar.
“Well, several years back my dad stood
as a witness for a Murder case. There was this guy called Jake Morphus,an
investment banker who was accused and my
dad identified him as the murderer. But the truth was that Jake Morphus was
innocent. My dad was paid to lie in the witness box. In fact, a huge property
was transferred in my dad’s name. I found out this after my sister’s death”
said Blurt releasing a huge cloud of smoke.
“And that helped you in setting up your
first resort, is that right?” asked Vowl watching the lighter carefully.Mr Blurt
nodded in agreement. There was a tinge of guilt in his face.
“Mr Blurt, according to your statement
earlier, Mr. Jake Morphus’s son, whose name you know as Roger is the one who
killed your sister. He later planted evidences against your brother in law and
proved him to be the killer. But I would like to ask again, what makes you feel
that he is behind your niece's murder?” asked Vowl studying Blurt’s
expressions.
“Revenge” said Blurt and continued “From
past fifteen months or so, Clara is meeting some elderly person in secret. And
your sources have already found that out. I strongly feel, that person is
Roger, that Bastard”.
“So where does this guy Roger live?”
asked Vowl. He marked something in his diary.
“ I don’t know. When my sister died I
tried to find out his whereabouts. But couldn’t.” sighed Blurt and took one
more puff.
All of sudden it seemed as if he
remembered something, he spat out the smoke and said “Few days after my sister
died, i met one person who claimed to have seen a guy with a golden tooth
following my sister into a private inn. When i spoke to Mr. Jake Morphus’s old
friends I found out that his son too had a golden colored tooth. There are
people who have seen clara with a guy with golden colored tooth. Fair bit of
reason, to conclude that Roger is behind all this.”
Mr Vowl heard the entire thing carefully
and smiled. “That’s an interesting investigation that you have made Mr Blurt.
But why am i finding it so hard to believe in your story” he asked throwing a
questioning look.
Before Blurt could respond he asked “And
what do you feel about my teeth? What color is that?” and grinned showing his
spotlessly white teeth. Blurt felt annoyed and embarrassed “That’s an insult
Detective” said he and threw his cigar on the floor.
Mr Vowl studied Blurt’s expression for
moment and said “Care, if I have a look at the papers which shows the property
transfers in your father’s name?”
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After few Weeks...
The court verdict was out. Mr Blurt was
found guilty of murdering Ms Clara. He was awarded with death sentence.
There were a huge lot of evidences piled
against Simon Blurt. He was found in the murder spot at around the time of
murder. CCTV footages suggested it.
White shirt found in his room, same as
the one he was seen wearing in the photograph, had blood stains on it. The
blood samples found a match with Clara’s blood.
The lighter found in the murder spot had
his fingerprints over it.
The document papers stating a property
transfer in his father’s name found be a fake, after the age testing failed.
The property transfer was said to be made in the year 1985 as per the date on
it, but the age test indicated that the papers were not more than ten years
old.
After the documents were found to be
fake, court also concluded that Mr. Simon Blurt would have had a hand in his
sister’s murder. A speculation was made that the money using which he built his
first resort was somehow linked to his sister’s death.
Newspaper’s flooded with news item
hailing Mr. Jnag Vowl’s detective prowess in solving the case in quick time.
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Epilogue
“Mr. Blurt” called a voice and woke him
up from sleep. It was the day of execution of Mr. Simon Blurt.
After 35 minutes to be precise, he was
escorted by cops to execution chamber.Time read 5.20 AM.
As he walked into the execution chamber,
he looked at handful of observers present. There were about twenty of them. As
he walked past them escorted by cops, one man caught his attention. Mr Jnag Vowl had turned up in mourner’s
outfit. He looked at Mr Blurt and flashed a smile. There was something unusual
about the way he smiled now, thought Blurt.
“Please step up” he heard a 7 foot tall
guy telling him. He obliged. The undertaker put a black cloth over his head and
dropped the noose around his neck. Mr Blurt could now sense the undertaker
tightening the noose around his neck.
It’s just 30 more seconds before he
pulls the rope, thought Mr Blurt. All of a sudden fear of death gripped him.
All the memories, beautiful and ugly flashed in front of his eyes.
His mother fondling him, his school
days, his mother’s death, his birthday party, college days, father’s death. He
remembered the day when his sister was murdered, his crying niece, and the
execution of his brother in law. His whole resort chain came in front of his
eyes.
I am innocent, he thought as he
remembered about his niece's murder.
Undertaker pulled the rope. Mr Blurt
felt the tightness of the knot around his neck. Kicking in the air, he felt
dripping down into emptiness. Fighting through his death he quickly thought
about the day when Mr Vowl came for investigation. What went wrong? He
questioned himself.
He remembered Vowl handing over the
lighter to him. The pictures of Mr Vowl taking out the his cloths from wardrobe
floated in. Mr Vowl’s hands were looking wet when he was turning over the pages
of property transfer document, his subconscious reminded him.
Mr Simon Blurt now felt complete
easyness, he stopped fighting his death. He took in last few gasps of air.
He recalled Mr Vowl’s words “ And what
do you feel about my tooth? What color is that?” and it flashed in his mind, Mr
Vowl’s unusual smile moments ago.
Mr Vowl wearing a black hat, smiling at
Mr Simon Blurt with a gleaming GOLDEN TOOTH.
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My purpose of writing this story has
turned into a success; if i have succeeded in making you believe that you are
reading a Detective story and making you realize at the end that what
you have read is a Criminal story.
Else, there is always scope for
improvement.
-CHAN
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