Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 20, 2017 20:31:35 GMT -5
This short story ties into LM 13, shedding some light on the Police end of things after Walton spread the word on Gunnarson's work during LM 11
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The fallout from the Cronwall case was far greater than Gunnarson could ever anticipate. As soon as Detective Walton returned to Scotland Yard, almost every detective was disgusted by Gunnarson's poor handling of the case. Who they thought was the "Great Swedish Detective" turned out to be an incompetent charlatan who was nothing like the news made him out to be.
Almost overnight, the police and detectives attitudes towards Gunnarson completely changed. Officers who once admired Gunnarson or saw him as a great inspiration saw him now as a fool, and treated him as just another civillian now.
Gunnarson found this out the hard way a few days after returning home. When he got word of a murder about a mile north of home, his gut instinct was to head over there right away. Normally when he arrived, the officers treated his arrival as a joyous surprise and he was greeted warmly by the detective assigned to the case. But today was very different...
As Gunnarson approached the scene, he was stopped by the officer.
"Hang on, where do you think you're going?" He asked.
"there's a murder- that alone justifies my presence" Gunnarson declared.
"No civilians allowed on crime scenes" the officer said.
"Do you know who I am?" Gunnarson asked, somewhat offended.
"All to well, Mr Gunnarson, and I'm telling you you're not allowed on this crime scene" the officer informed.
Now Gunnarson was confused.
"Is this a joke? I've never been treated this way before, what is going on?" He asked.
"Very simple- we've been made aware of what you really are, and we refuse to let someone such as yourself on this crime scene" the officer declared. Just then, the detective came up. "Morris, what's going on... oh, it's you" the detective said, looking at Gunnarson.
"Ah, Smythe, good to see you. These officers seem to not be letting me on this crime scene" Gunnarson explained.
"Excellent, they are doing their jobs" Smythe declared.
"I don't understand, what is this about?" Gunnarson asked.
"Oh, I guess you haven't seen the letter yet. Well, keep checking your mail Gunnarson, it will come soon. In the mean time, get your nose out of official police business. You're not allowed to work this case" Smythe said, turning his back on Gunnarson and going back to work.
Gunnarson headed home, realizing he wasn't going to get any work here today.
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In another jurisdiction, Detective Hardstuckle was overhearing a conversation between two detectives.
"And there was only a little evidence that could be found?" One said.
"Yes, but I can't help but feel..."
"Don't speculate like that, Donavan! You need to look at the evidence and see what the facts tell. You are such a Gunnarson..."
"hey, don't go that far! I'm just making inferences based on what I know" he argued.
"ok, fair enough. I suppose you are right; after all you're basing your conclusions on evidence and not wild hunches" the first detective relented
"what are you talking about?" Hardstuckle asked, curious.
"oh, just a little joke you could say; Donavan was acting like that Swede so I made a quip, you could say" the first officer explained.
"Oh, so a compliment?" Hardstuckle asked, prompting the two detectives to laugh.
"No Hardstuckle, far from it. A "Gunnarson" is someone who ignores evidence in favor of hunches"
"And reconsiders suspects after logical elimination"
"And unable to keep a coherent train of thought."
"And don't forget someone who contradicts himself" the other detective finished.
"But, no. No, that can't be..." Hardstuckle thought, but he could not deny that he was less than impressed when he saw Gunnarson work on the Cronwall case.
Indeed, among detectives and officers alike, calling a detective who relied on hunches over evidence "A Gunnarson" caught on rather fast. Though some took it as an insult, others took it as a reminder of the importance of evidence in an investigation.
......
The fallout from the Cronwall case was far greater than Gunnarson could ever anticipate. As soon as Detective Walton returned to Scotland Yard, almost every detective was disgusted by Gunnarson's poor handling of the case. Who they thought was the "Great Swedish Detective" turned out to be an incompetent charlatan who was nothing like the news made him out to be.
Almost overnight, the police and detectives attitudes towards Gunnarson completely changed. Officers who once admired Gunnarson or saw him as a great inspiration saw him now as a fool, and treated him as just another civillian now.
Gunnarson found this out the hard way a few days after returning home. When he got word of a murder about a mile north of home, his gut instinct was to head over there right away. Normally when he arrived, the officers treated his arrival as a joyous surprise and he was greeted warmly by the detective assigned to the case. But today was very different...
As Gunnarson approached the scene, he was stopped by the officer.
"Hang on, where do you think you're going?" He asked.
"there's a murder- that alone justifies my presence" Gunnarson declared.
"No civilians allowed on crime scenes" the officer said.
"Do you know who I am?" Gunnarson asked, somewhat offended.
"All to well, Mr Gunnarson, and I'm telling you you're not allowed on this crime scene" the officer informed.
Now Gunnarson was confused.
"Is this a joke? I've never been treated this way before, what is going on?" He asked.
"Very simple- we've been made aware of what you really are, and we refuse to let someone such as yourself on this crime scene" the officer declared. Just then, the detective came up. "Morris, what's going on... oh, it's you" the detective said, looking at Gunnarson.
"Ah, Smythe, good to see you. These officers seem to not be letting me on this crime scene" Gunnarson explained.
"Excellent, they are doing their jobs" Smythe declared.
"I don't understand, what is this about?" Gunnarson asked.
"Oh, I guess you haven't seen the letter yet. Well, keep checking your mail Gunnarson, it will come soon. In the mean time, get your nose out of official police business. You're not allowed to work this case" Smythe said, turning his back on Gunnarson and going back to work.
Gunnarson headed home, realizing he wasn't going to get any work here today.
......
In another jurisdiction, Detective Hardstuckle was overhearing a conversation between two detectives.
"And there was only a little evidence that could be found?" One said.
"Yes, but I can't help but feel..."
"Don't speculate like that, Donavan! You need to look at the evidence and see what the facts tell. You are such a Gunnarson..."
"hey, don't go that far! I'm just making inferences based on what I know" he argued.
"ok, fair enough. I suppose you are right; after all you're basing your conclusions on evidence and not wild hunches" the first detective relented
"what are you talking about?" Hardstuckle asked, curious.
"oh, just a little joke you could say; Donavan was acting like that Swede so I made a quip, you could say" the first officer explained.
"Oh, so a compliment?" Hardstuckle asked, prompting the two detectives to laugh.
"No Hardstuckle, far from it. A "Gunnarson" is someone who ignores evidence in favor of hunches"
"And reconsiders suspects after logical elimination"
"And unable to keep a coherent train of thought."
"And don't forget someone who contradicts himself" the other detective finished.
"But, no. No, that can't be..." Hardstuckle thought, but he could not deny that he was less than impressed when he saw Gunnarson work on the Cronwall case.
Indeed, among detectives and officers alike, calling a detective who relied on hunches over evidence "A Gunnarson" caught on rather fast. Though some took it as an insult, others took it as a reminder of the importance of evidence in an investigation.