Friday, 10 October 2014

The Waif - Chapter Two

The Waif | Fiction: Crime Detective Mystery
by Julius Falconer

‘It’s the truth, I tell you,’ Sweetman insisted. ‘I wouldn’t tell lies to you two, now, would I?’ Beads of sweat glistened on his low forehead. He puffed away nervously, wondering, I suppose, whether I was going to press him for the true explanation. He had not long to wait.
‘Eric’s widow,’ I said, ‘told us you and he had planned some sort of raid on the industrial estate outside Sherburn.’
‘Well, maybe she did.’
‘So she was wrong?’
‘Well, maybe not altogether wrong.’
‘Come on, sunshine, for crying out loud, how can we hope to catch Eric’s murderer when you won’t tell us what happened last night?’ Nobs took a last drag at his cigarette before throwing the remains into the hearth. He sat for a moment stony-faced. Then he told us a rambling story, in which - Nobs happily confessed - all the names but his and Eric’s were false, to protect himself and his wife from repercussions. The gist of what he said is as follows.