So the answer to the first one of these was staring you right in the face the whole time. First thing first. Who took the horse? The horse thief was Cubson. Cubson and Kilmer are actually one and the same. Cubson, or Kilmer, had rather expensive tastes as seen from the Armani suit receipt. To pay for his closet, Cubson planned to use the candle and surgical knife to cut Big Brown’s leg tendon, and then win big bucks wagering against Big Brown. He was practicing for this operation on the sheep, causing their infections. Cubson led the horse into the fields. You knew that it had do be somebody regularly on the farm; not Hughes, as the dog would have barked, awakening everyone. Somebody the dog knew took the horse. Also, Cubson had some influence over the dinner selection, allowing him to drug the stable boy. His death, however was no murder. Big Brown, when led out into the fields felt the initial pinch of the blade and kicked Cubson in the head, killing him. So where is the horse? Well, you take your friend over the the stable of Samsanov. There a horse stands. It is not brown, nor does he have Big Brown’s trademark white leggings. However, after a quick bath, the horse is turned into a brown stallion. Samsanov, seeing Brown wandering the fields decided to take him for his own, a guaranteed win.
So hopefully this one is simpler.
The members of Scotland Yard were still busy in the office of David Serdanis when Sergeant Dan Matthews came up to you to report.
“We haven’t found the gun,” he said. “Serdanis was shot at his desk from close range. He was a tax attorney, age 51. Michael Jenkins, age 53, who discovered the body, says he was a client of Serdanis’s. He stopped by about quarter to eight this evening to ask Serdanis about a real estate matter. Serdanis’s outer office was dark, but the door was ajar and he saw a light under the inner door office. He says he knocked, pushed open the door, saw Serdanis slumped over his desk in a puddle of blood, and turned right around and ran to the lobby to call us from a pay phone.”
“He expected to find Serdanis in his office at quarter to eight?” you ask.
“He says he knew Serdanis worked late hours. His call came in at seven forty-eight. I was on patrol at the time and responded, arriving about eight. I accompanied Jenkins back to the inner office, flipped on the light, and found the body as he described.”
Matthews and you step aside as the body of Serdanis was removed.
“Who else in the building has been interviewed?” you ask.
“There were only two others around. Kate Hodgin, 47, is an accountant who works down the hall. Apparently they had an affair several months ago, but he abruptly ended it. She says she saw Serdanis in the hallway about quarter to seven, and they said hello. About seven-twenty and again about seven-forty, she heard a muffled bang, but assumed each time it was a truck backfiring.
“Uh-huh…” you wonder aloud
“The other person in the building,” Matthews continued, “was James Stover, 32, the janitor. We discovered a record of petty theft but he says that was years ago and he’s cleaned up his act. Not quite sure that is true because he had a nice new gold watch which looked a bit expensive for his pay. He says he emptied Hodgin’s trash about ten past seven. He didn’t see her in her office at the time, but it looked like she had just stepped out. She says she was in the bathroom about that time. He emptied Serdanis’ trash about seven-thirty, he reckons, and Serdanis was there alive and alone. He says he didn’t hear the bangs Hodgin referred to, but says he is partly deaf and was doing some vacuuming as well as collecting trash. About a quarter to eight, he went down to the lobby and saw Jenkins at the pay phone, though Jenkins did not notice him. Stover proceeded to the basement to bag the trash. That’s where we found him.”
“There is no security guard, correct?” You ask.
No security guard.”
“Thank you, sergeant. The fingerprint report should be helpful, and I think I know whom it will implicate,” you retort.