Post by frankthetriviaman on Jun 15, 2016 14:16:48 GMT -5
Hello everyone. This will be a rather special story. In honor of reaching 5 literary mosaics, this story will be a rather interesting case, as all of Gunnarson's cases from this arc come back to haunt him in some way. Plus a possible cameo from a character from the fourth story; we'll see.
Gunnarson will have his hands full here, as all the old cases come back to haunt him, on top of the current case he has to deal with. Plus, be on the look out; bonus points to the first person who can spot the cameos from not one, not two, but three Agatha Christie characters. Without further ado, here is Literary Mosaic V.
......
One evening, Gunnarson had arrived home to his apartment rather late. So much so he had not even collected the mail. He was just walking home, talking to a friend.
"And after that case, my reputation really took off. I regret that we had to kill the dog, but it was probably for the best; training like that is very hard to undo" the man said as he walked with Gunnarson to the main door of the apartment.
"Oh, I understand, my friend. Killing animals in that matter is something I wish I never have to do; but in this case it sounds like self defense" Gunnarson observed.
"Well, good night; I'd better get some rest; heaven knows if my expertise will be needed again" the man said.
"Indeed; Good night, Stein." Gunnarson said as Stein went to go home. Gunnarson went to his mailbox and pulled out a few letters. Most unusual to him, one did not have a return address. But it was clearly addressed to him. "that's odd; who is this?" Gunnarson said as he walked up to his apartment. As he sat down he opened it, and proceeded to read.
Dear Gunnarson,
If you are reading this, then the first thing I want to let you know is that this is the last time you will be hearing from me. After our encounter some months ago, you probably see me as a murderer, and nothing less. The evidence pointed to me, and you thought that I killed Dr. Manning. Well, I did not lie to you when I said that he blackmailed me during my college days. He threatened not to pass me if I did not do certain work for his research; then he would not even give me credit. Believe me, I wanted to kill him, but whether or not I did... everything is a blur now, so I cannot say.
Anyway, just wanted to say I'm sorry for any trouble I caused you. We will never meet again, I'm afraid. But I know how brilliant a detective you are, so I have taken the liberty of not including a return address on this envelope. Gotta say, I'm impressed I did not have any problems getting it out. Anyway, there will be no future contact between the two of us, so don't bother looking for me. I presume you get a lot of case work anyway, so that should not be a problem. By the way, that article you saw in the paper... it's fake; turns out with enough money you can pay an editor to publish just about anything.
Sincerely,
James Hartley.
Gunnarson was shocked and angered. "Hartley!? Alive!? Unbelievable! Well, that scoundrel will not escape justice. What was it he said... ah, yes, his brother's family in Scotland. I suppose I can... wait, he never said what part of Scotland, or what his brother's name was, damn it! I've got no leads apart from this letter!" Gunnarson then looked at the clock and saw how late it was.
"Bother. Guess I will have to sleep on it." He said to himself as he went to get ready for bed.
......
In a humble house in Glasgow, Scotland there was the family of Roger Hartley; his wife and 3 children. But James Hartley, his brother, was also taking residence there for now.
"Thanks again for taking me in; if my house had not been bombed, I wouldn't ask you for the trouble." James explained.
"It's no trouble at all dear; Roger would have done the same. I would have just sent the kids up here with my sister, but I could not bear the thought of them losing me if a bomb hit our house, so Roger said to move up here. And it's worked out since the family is up here as well" Mrs. Hartley explained.
"I'll do what I can to help; it's the least I can do" Hartley explained.
......
The next morning, Gunnarson woke up and as he was making breakfast he went to read the morning paper. He was surprised to see that the assassin case he worked on was on the front page. But what he read was not what he wanted to hear:
BREAKTHROUGH IN ASSASSIN CASE: ONE RELEASED, ONE FACES TRIAL, ONE COMMITTED
The tragic deaths of Ms. Emily Walters, Mr. Walter Farley and Mr. Eric Gulden are finally being avenged by the UK justice system. At first, it was believed that the murderers of the three were Mr. Reginald Walters, brother of Ms. Walters, and Elvira Revinev, a trained assassin with no known allegiance other than her employer. The theory was that they had been killed because Mr. Walters and Elvira loved each other, and they stood in the way of their marriage. However, this theory was proven completely wrong when Crown prosecutor Henry Taylor re-examined the evidence of the case, and found a very different story had taken place.
"There is absolutely no evidence of any kind suggesting that there was any love between the two" Taylor said of the case. "In fact, the notion that evidence was planted to frame the true murderer, Mr. Franz Gelb, is utterly preposterous."
An outside consultant to Scotland Yard, Adolf Gunnarson, claimed that Gelb was willing to take Elvira's fall because he loved her, and Elvira framed him with various pieces of evidence. But this theory, Taylor says, is utterly baseless and not supported by the evidence.
"The bullet casing found at the crime scene was taken to the forensic unit and analyzed. It was found to have been fired by Gelb's gun, not Elvira's. Furthermore, blonde hair, and some skin was found underneath Farley's fingernails. When we looked at photographs of Gelb taken the day after the murder, he had scars on the side of his head consistent with a man taking his fingernails and scrapping them against his head" Taylor explained. Finally, the notion that Elvira killed Farley was also prove false, as four eyewitnesses have come forward; all say they saw the murder take place, and witnessed a "large blonde man" fight Farley, and not a petite, brown haired woman, like Elvira. Franz Gelb was subsequently arrested, and faces trial for murdering Mr. Farley, and being an accomplice to the death of Ms. Walters and Mr. Gulden.
"Our current theory is that, since Farley and Walters worked for the government, this was espionage against the UK, and Gulden was unfortunately an innocent bystander who had to be killed because he overheard too much." Taylor explained.
The consultant Gunnarson also proposed that the raid where Ms. Walters was killed was staged, and Mr. Walters in fact killed her. This was found to be not true, as no evidence was found at the crime scene linking Mr. Walters to her death. With nothing on him, Mr. Walters walked out a free man today.
Elvira poisoned Gulden, and attempted to murder another man. Though she has confessed, she will not face trial. Two leading psychologists have assessed her, and found her to be "mentally unfit" for trial. Dr. William Hyde explained "She was supposed to sail on the S.S. Caledonia, the ship torpedoed by a U-boat several weeks ago. Her survivor's guilt is now manifesting itself as a series of confessions to crimes she has not committed, including sinking the Caledonia, which is impossible."
The Caledonia, initially reported to have had no survivors, the next day the area was visited by a destroyer flotilla, where 273 swimmers were found and rescued. Most all testified to the same thing: witnessing a periscope in the water, seeing a bubble trail, and a giant plume of water hitting going up the side of the ship; all tell tale signs of a U-boat strike.
In short, Ms. Walters was killed in a raid, and unfortunately it may be months before her killers are found. Elvira has been committed to Broadmoor Hospital for the "prolonged future" and Mr. Walters walks free, more than likely having no connection to this case.
As for Mr. Gunnarson, Henry Taylor announced that he is opening an investigation into him, citing that "it is a bit too convenient that Gunnarson happened to have the murderers willingly appear in his apartment and convince them to be arrested." Taylor hopes to get Gunnarson on conspiracy charges.
Gunnarson fumed. "Are you kidding me?! Gelb arrested, Mr. Walters free! This is absurd!"
Gunnarson went to his phone and called Taylor's office.
"Hello?" Taylor said on his end.
"What the hell are you thinking!? You're about to prosecute an innocent man!" Gunnarson said.
"Who is this?" Taylor asked.
"Adolf Gunnarson; the detective who solved the assassin case"
"You mean the incompetent monkey who mislead us! I'm on to you Swede, there is no way your theory is correct. Gelb is facing trial and there is nothing you can do about it" Taylor informed.
"Yes there is, I'm going to talk to the defense attorney and will testify on his behalf" Gunnarson informed.
"Oh, NOW you're willing to testify" Taylor said sarcastically. "No wait, you can't! I've already filed a motion to suppress any and all testimony or evidence submitted by you" Taylor informed.
"What?! Why?" An enraged Gunnarson said.
"On the grounds that your competence is questionable and your credentials are nonexistent!" Taylor fumed. "You have no business in this line of work! Don't think I have forgotten the Dawes case!" Taylor reminded him.
"I'm telling you they did it! The car was not parked quite right, proving..."
"NOTHING!!" Taylor informed. "You never find physical evidence, you always base everything on theories and assumptions, and ignore what is right in front of you. Face it Gunnarson, Reginald Walters is a free man, Franz Gelb is going to prison, Elvira Revinev is being committed and there is NOTHING you can do about it!" Taylor said as he hung up.
"That damn Taylor...I'll show him" Gunnarson said to himself. But first he went to finish breakfast.
......
In Taylor's office, he suddenly smiled. "So you see, the reason I asked you to come down here inspector, is because of that man. I think you are the best man for this job with your credentials. I want you to look into him, and find anything that connects him to anything criminal. Given this special assignment, I have told Gent that you will answer to me alone; it is best he remains out of the loop here. Do you understand?" Taylor asked.
"Yes I do" the man said.
"Well, Inspector James Japp; best get to work. The sooner we catch him, the sooner we can lock him up with the others" Taylor said.
"Will do" and Inspector Japp left the office.
......
In Broadmoor hospital, doctors were talking to Elvira in one room, while others looked on from another.
"How are we treating this basket case?" One asked.
"We'll try some simple therapy for now, involving talking to her and trying to reason with her; but if it does not work, we'll resort to Dr. Drugg and his "cocktails" to treat her" his companion replied.
"What if she tries to seduce her way out of here? I've read her file and..." the one doctor said.
"We prepared for that. We've taken the liberty of shaving her hair off and we're not letting her wear makeup. She won't have that tool at her disposal." he explained.
Just then, they saw her freak out, and lunge across the table. She was restrained and took a couple blows from one of the people restraining her.
"And from the looks of it... she's got a black eye and a broken nose now" he observed, cringing at what he just witnessed.
They were forced to restrain her, and take her back to her room.
......
"So you see, my friend, he may not be an official detective, but I trust him no matter what" Gent explained.
"I see. Same with me. The good fellow may not work for me officially, but I trust him and he has solved many cases. He should get a movie made about him" the man quipped.
"Guess it goes to show it is not a badge that makes you a good detective; it is one's character that does" Gent observed.
"Well, I had better get back to work. Have a good day Gent." The man said.
"You too, superintendent Battle" Gent said as Battle turned around and walked out the door.
Just then, he got a call on his phone.
"Hello? Yes? All right, I have just the man for the job. Please, let me send you his address" and Gent talked to the person on the phone.
......
Back at Gunnarson's apartment, he was meeting with someone; he had come to the door to ask some questions.
"And you are certain that there has not been any German activity around here" the gentleman asked.
"No; looks like the army did a fine job breaking up the German spy ring indeed" Gunnarson observed.
"In that case, I think my work here is done." The gentleman said as he stood up and went to leave.
"Thank you Mr..."
"Hastings. Captain Arthur Hastings. Now if you excuse me there is an old friend I need to meet with" Hastings said as he went to leave.
"Well, he was pleasant. Say, I wonder what else is in the paper?" Gunnarson read the next article.
DR. CALVIN POIRIER CONFESSES; DR. MANNING'S MURDERER BROUGHT TO JUSTICE.
Earlier this week, French Dr. Calvin Poirier confessed to the murder of Dr. Herbert Manning; a case which had gone unsolved for several months now. Though initially unsure of who killed Dr. Manning, the breakthrough in the case was when a walking stick with the initials C.P. was found at the crime scene. Dr. Poirier admitted that it was his, and he had left it there because him and Dr. Manning had "gotten into a fight, and enraged he threw his stick at the man and stormed off." But when confronted with the fact Dr. Manning was found dead, he confessed and now awaits trial. However, he plans to plead guilty, saying he feels extreme remorse over the death of his friend."
"What? NO! It was Hartley! HARTLEY!" Gunnarson said. "Can this day get ANY WORSE!" He fumed.
Just then, a brick flew through his window and landed near him. He looked outside to see some Irishmen looking angry at him, then turning and walking away. Gunnarson went to pick up the brick, and read the note attached to it.
"You messed with our plans, now we'll get back at you. The Irish mob will not forgive you for what you did. You have been warned" the note read.
"Oh dear." Gunnarson said to himself. Then, his phone rang.
"Gunnarson?" The voice said.
"Gent?" Gunnarson asked.
"Yes; there's been a murder/burglary, and you seem to be the best man for this case. I've given the man your address. I'd like you to solve that case for me; my men are swamped and can't take on another one right now"
"I've been having a terrible morning Gent; thanks, this is a most welcome reprieve" he said. Then he compiled a list of everything he had to do:
Manning case:
.Find James Hartley and bring him to justice.
.Clear Dr. Poirier of Manning's murder
Assassin case:
.Go talk to Elvira at Broadmoor
.Go talk to Gelb in prison
.Confront Mr Walters
.Find evidence to prove innocence and guilt properly
Gadfrey case:
.Do something about the Mob
.Find Blade and his surviving men
.Stop the weapons
New case:
.Find out what happened and solve it.
"Now, where should I begin?" Gunnarson said to himself; there was a lot to do.
*Well, there you have it. One hell of an introduction. Did anyone catch the cameos from three of Christie's characters?
Gunnarson will have his hands full here, as all the old cases come back to haunt him, on top of the current case he has to deal with. Plus, be on the look out; bonus points to the first person who can spot the cameos from not one, not two, but three Agatha Christie characters. Without further ado, here is Literary Mosaic V.
......
One evening, Gunnarson had arrived home to his apartment rather late. So much so he had not even collected the mail. He was just walking home, talking to a friend.
"And after that case, my reputation really took off. I regret that we had to kill the dog, but it was probably for the best; training like that is very hard to undo" the man said as he walked with Gunnarson to the main door of the apartment.
"Oh, I understand, my friend. Killing animals in that matter is something I wish I never have to do; but in this case it sounds like self defense" Gunnarson observed.
"Well, good night; I'd better get some rest; heaven knows if my expertise will be needed again" the man said.
"Indeed; Good night, Stein." Gunnarson said as Stein went to go home. Gunnarson went to his mailbox and pulled out a few letters. Most unusual to him, one did not have a return address. But it was clearly addressed to him. "that's odd; who is this?" Gunnarson said as he walked up to his apartment. As he sat down he opened it, and proceeded to read.
Dear Gunnarson,
If you are reading this, then the first thing I want to let you know is that this is the last time you will be hearing from me. After our encounter some months ago, you probably see me as a murderer, and nothing less. The evidence pointed to me, and you thought that I killed Dr. Manning. Well, I did not lie to you when I said that he blackmailed me during my college days. He threatened not to pass me if I did not do certain work for his research; then he would not even give me credit. Believe me, I wanted to kill him, but whether or not I did... everything is a blur now, so I cannot say.
Anyway, just wanted to say I'm sorry for any trouble I caused you. We will never meet again, I'm afraid. But I know how brilliant a detective you are, so I have taken the liberty of not including a return address on this envelope. Gotta say, I'm impressed I did not have any problems getting it out. Anyway, there will be no future contact between the two of us, so don't bother looking for me. I presume you get a lot of case work anyway, so that should not be a problem. By the way, that article you saw in the paper... it's fake; turns out with enough money you can pay an editor to publish just about anything.
Sincerely,
James Hartley.
Gunnarson was shocked and angered. "Hartley!? Alive!? Unbelievable! Well, that scoundrel will not escape justice. What was it he said... ah, yes, his brother's family in Scotland. I suppose I can... wait, he never said what part of Scotland, or what his brother's name was, damn it! I've got no leads apart from this letter!" Gunnarson then looked at the clock and saw how late it was.
"Bother. Guess I will have to sleep on it." He said to himself as he went to get ready for bed.
......
In a humble house in Glasgow, Scotland there was the family of Roger Hartley; his wife and 3 children. But James Hartley, his brother, was also taking residence there for now.
"Thanks again for taking me in; if my house had not been bombed, I wouldn't ask you for the trouble." James explained.
"It's no trouble at all dear; Roger would have done the same. I would have just sent the kids up here with my sister, but I could not bear the thought of them losing me if a bomb hit our house, so Roger said to move up here. And it's worked out since the family is up here as well" Mrs. Hartley explained.
"I'll do what I can to help; it's the least I can do" Hartley explained.
......
The next morning, Gunnarson woke up and as he was making breakfast he went to read the morning paper. He was surprised to see that the assassin case he worked on was on the front page. But what he read was not what he wanted to hear:
BREAKTHROUGH IN ASSASSIN CASE: ONE RELEASED, ONE FACES TRIAL, ONE COMMITTED
The tragic deaths of Ms. Emily Walters, Mr. Walter Farley and Mr. Eric Gulden are finally being avenged by the UK justice system. At first, it was believed that the murderers of the three were Mr. Reginald Walters, brother of Ms. Walters, and Elvira Revinev, a trained assassin with no known allegiance other than her employer. The theory was that they had been killed because Mr. Walters and Elvira loved each other, and they stood in the way of their marriage. However, this theory was proven completely wrong when Crown prosecutor Henry Taylor re-examined the evidence of the case, and found a very different story had taken place.
"There is absolutely no evidence of any kind suggesting that there was any love between the two" Taylor said of the case. "In fact, the notion that evidence was planted to frame the true murderer, Mr. Franz Gelb, is utterly preposterous."
An outside consultant to Scotland Yard, Adolf Gunnarson, claimed that Gelb was willing to take Elvira's fall because he loved her, and Elvira framed him with various pieces of evidence. But this theory, Taylor says, is utterly baseless and not supported by the evidence.
"The bullet casing found at the crime scene was taken to the forensic unit and analyzed. It was found to have been fired by Gelb's gun, not Elvira's. Furthermore, blonde hair, and some skin was found underneath Farley's fingernails. When we looked at photographs of Gelb taken the day after the murder, he had scars on the side of his head consistent with a man taking his fingernails and scrapping them against his head" Taylor explained. Finally, the notion that Elvira killed Farley was also prove false, as four eyewitnesses have come forward; all say they saw the murder take place, and witnessed a "large blonde man" fight Farley, and not a petite, brown haired woman, like Elvira. Franz Gelb was subsequently arrested, and faces trial for murdering Mr. Farley, and being an accomplice to the death of Ms. Walters and Mr. Gulden.
"Our current theory is that, since Farley and Walters worked for the government, this was espionage against the UK, and Gulden was unfortunately an innocent bystander who had to be killed because he overheard too much." Taylor explained.
The consultant Gunnarson also proposed that the raid where Ms. Walters was killed was staged, and Mr. Walters in fact killed her. This was found to be not true, as no evidence was found at the crime scene linking Mr. Walters to her death. With nothing on him, Mr. Walters walked out a free man today.
Elvira poisoned Gulden, and attempted to murder another man. Though she has confessed, she will not face trial. Two leading psychologists have assessed her, and found her to be "mentally unfit" for trial. Dr. William Hyde explained "She was supposed to sail on the S.S. Caledonia, the ship torpedoed by a U-boat several weeks ago. Her survivor's guilt is now manifesting itself as a series of confessions to crimes she has not committed, including sinking the Caledonia, which is impossible."
The Caledonia, initially reported to have had no survivors, the next day the area was visited by a destroyer flotilla, where 273 swimmers were found and rescued. Most all testified to the same thing: witnessing a periscope in the water, seeing a bubble trail, and a giant plume of water hitting going up the side of the ship; all tell tale signs of a U-boat strike.
In short, Ms. Walters was killed in a raid, and unfortunately it may be months before her killers are found. Elvira has been committed to Broadmoor Hospital for the "prolonged future" and Mr. Walters walks free, more than likely having no connection to this case.
As for Mr. Gunnarson, Henry Taylor announced that he is opening an investigation into him, citing that "it is a bit too convenient that Gunnarson happened to have the murderers willingly appear in his apartment and convince them to be arrested." Taylor hopes to get Gunnarson on conspiracy charges.
Gunnarson fumed. "Are you kidding me?! Gelb arrested, Mr. Walters free! This is absurd!"
Gunnarson went to his phone and called Taylor's office.
"Hello?" Taylor said on his end.
"What the hell are you thinking!? You're about to prosecute an innocent man!" Gunnarson said.
"Who is this?" Taylor asked.
"Adolf Gunnarson; the detective who solved the assassin case"
"You mean the incompetent monkey who mislead us! I'm on to you Swede, there is no way your theory is correct. Gelb is facing trial and there is nothing you can do about it" Taylor informed.
"Yes there is, I'm going to talk to the defense attorney and will testify on his behalf" Gunnarson informed.
"Oh, NOW you're willing to testify" Taylor said sarcastically. "No wait, you can't! I've already filed a motion to suppress any and all testimony or evidence submitted by you" Taylor informed.
"What?! Why?" An enraged Gunnarson said.
"On the grounds that your competence is questionable and your credentials are nonexistent!" Taylor fumed. "You have no business in this line of work! Don't think I have forgotten the Dawes case!" Taylor reminded him.
"I'm telling you they did it! The car was not parked quite right, proving..."
"NOTHING!!" Taylor informed. "You never find physical evidence, you always base everything on theories and assumptions, and ignore what is right in front of you. Face it Gunnarson, Reginald Walters is a free man, Franz Gelb is going to prison, Elvira Revinev is being committed and there is NOTHING you can do about it!" Taylor said as he hung up.
"That damn Taylor...I'll show him" Gunnarson said to himself. But first he went to finish breakfast.
......
In Taylor's office, he suddenly smiled. "So you see, the reason I asked you to come down here inspector, is because of that man. I think you are the best man for this job with your credentials. I want you to look into him, and find anything that connects him to anything criminal. Given this special assignment, I have told Gent that you will answer to me alone; it is best he remains out of the loop here. Do you understand?" Taylor asked.
"Yes I do" the man said.
"Well, Inspector James Japp; best get to work. The sooner we catch him, the sooner we can lock him up with the others" Taylor said.
"Will do" and Inspector Japp left the office.
......
In Broadmoor hospital, doctors were talking to Elvira in one room, while others looked on from another.
"How are we treating this basket case?" One asked.
"We'll try some simple therapy for now, involving talking to her and trying to reason with her; but if it does not work, we'll resort to Dr. Drugg and his "cocktails" to treat her" his companion replied.
"What if she tries to seduce her way out of here? I've read her file and..." the one doctor said.
"We prepared for that. We've taken the liberty of shaving her hair off and we're not letting her wear makeup. She won't have that tool at her disposal." he explained.
Just then, they saw her freak out, and lunge across the table. She was restrained and took a couple blows from one of the people restraining her.
"And from the looks of it... she's got a black eye and a broken nose now" he observed, cringing at what he just witnessed.
They were forced to restrain her, and take her back to her room.
......
"So you see, my friend, he may not be an official detective, but I trust him no matter what" Gent explained.
"I see. Same with me. The good fellow may not work for me officially, but I trust him and he has solved many cases. He should get a movie made about him" the man quipped.
"Guess it goes to show it is not a badge that makes you a good detective; it is one's character that does" Gent observed.
"Well, I had better get back to work. Have a good day Gent." The man said.
"You too, superintendent Battle" Gent said as Battle turned around and walked out the door.
Just then, he got a call on his phone.
"Hello? Yes? All right, I have just the man for the job. Please, let me send you his address" and Gent talked to the person on the phone.
......
Back at Gunnarson's apartment, he was meeting with someone; he had come to the door to ask some questions.
"And you are certain that there has not been any German activity around here" the gentleman asked.
"No; looks like the army did a fine job breaking up the German spy ring indeed" Gunnarson observed.
"In that case, I think my work here is done." The gentleman said as he stood up and went to leave.
"Thank you Mr..."
"Hastings. Captain Arthur Hastings. Now if you excuse me there is an old friend I need to meet with" Hastings said as he went to leave.
"Well, he was pleasant. Say, I wonder what else is in the paper?" Gunnarson read the next article.
DR. CALVIN POIRIER CONFESSES; DR. MANNING'S MURDERER BROUGHT TO JUSTICE.
Earlier this week, French Dr. Calvin Poirier confessed to the murder of Dr. Herbert Manning; a case which had gone unsolved for several months now. Though initially unsure of who killed Dr. Manning, the breakthrough in the case was when a walking stick with the initials C.P. was found at the crime scene. Dr. Poirier admitted that it was his, and he had left it there because him and Dr. Manning had "gotten into a fight, and enraged he threw his stick at the man and stormed off." But when confronted with the fact Dr. Manning was found dead, he confessed and now awaits trial. However, he plans to plead guilty, saying he feels extreme remorse over the death of his friend."
"What? NO! It was Hartley! HARTLEY!" Gunnarson said. "Can this day get ANY WORSE!" He fumed.
Just then, a brick flew through his window and landed near him. He looked outside to see some Irishmen looking angry at him, then turning and walking away. Gunnarson went to pick up the brick, and read the note attached to it.
"You messed with our plans, now we'll get back at you. The Irish mob will not forgive you for what you did. You have been warned" the note read.
"Oh dear." Gunnarson said to himself. Then, his phone rang.
"Gunnarson?" The voice said.
"Gent?" Gunnarson asked.
"Yes; there's been a murder/burglary, and you seem to be the best man for this case. I've given the man your address. I'd like you to solve that case for me; my men are swamped and can't take on another one right now"
"I've been having a terrible morning Gent; thanks, this is a most welcome reprieve" he said. Then he compiled a list of everything he had to do:
Manning case:
.Find James Hartley and bring him to justice.
.Clear Dr. Poirier of Manning's murder
Assassin case:
.Go talk to Elvira at Broadmoor
.Go talk to Gelb in prison
.Confront Mr Walters
.Find evidence to prove innocence and guilt properly
Gadfrey case:
.Do something about the Mob
.Find Blade and his surviving men
.Stop the weapons
New case:
.Find out what happened and solve it.
"Now, where should I begin?" Gunnarson said to himself; there was a lot to do.
Literary Mosaic 5
The Past Never Truly Dies
The Past Never Truly Dies
*Well, there you have it. One hell of an introduction. Did anyone catch the cameos from three of Christie's characters?
