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Inspector jester leaned back in his chair and took a long puff of his cigar, with the joyous air of a man who is compensable to do nothing but sit in his office and do nothing but waste away the day. Which is exactly what patsy did. The town Muggins lived in was a quiet one, so he never actually did any work. So when the phone rang it came to him as a suprise. So much of a surprise, in fact, that Muggins fell off his chair.The first thing that appeared above the Inspectors desk was a shiny, bald head, followed by a pair of beady, cracking eyes, and then a most amazing ginger handlebar moustache, which was finely treated and rather oily. This moustache bristled angrily, and rose a couple of feet as Muggins stood up and brushed himself off. The phone kept ringing, until Muggins picked up the receiver. He was greeted by a voice, which suggested that the caller was very stressed, and slightly hysterical.Hello? Hello? Is any corpse there?Inspector Muggins, Police Department Replied t he Inspector, in a practiced, professional calm. Quick A a murder I see. Just stay calm maam, Ill be right overYes, Inspector. Thank you, InspectorThere was a click and the line went dead. Muggins picked up his nametag, took one last order of payment of whisky, threw on his overcoat, and strode out the door. There was a grey fog descending over the town which was accompanied by a grey drizzle. Muggins frowned at the sky, and picked up the pace a bit. A thin ray of sunlight caught Muggins nametag. Bill Muggins it read. Chief Inspector, Caldwood Police Station. Bill halted away(p) a particularly Enormous house, painted a gleaming white, which looked a bit dull through the drizzle. Bill walked up the never ending maze of a garden path, ... ...ontinued to talk..Im going to kill you, Bill. And Im going to enjoy it.Wh why did you kill Paul?Why? Because I hated everything about him he had the looks, the money, there wasnt one thing he didnt have. And what did I have? I had nothing i was the runt of the bevy and I was through with it. IM DONE He roared the last words.I cant let you turn me in, Bill. I cant. I dont want to go to jail, and it would wreck the w great deal feeling of revenge. Thats why Im going to kill you.Bills whole body froze as the cold, black gun muzzle touched his neck. He tried to scream but nothing came out he couldnt do anything he was done for.. All people heard was a bang and a thud. When they came to see what happened, all they saw was a body, with blood flowing from a hole in his neck. And, off in the forest behind the house, Spencer Dawson began to laugh.