Good ticking off for disrespectful Bard
A DAY AT THE OFFICE
By Peter Wills…….
Each week, we shall be featuring the amazing deductional powers of Police Inspector Xavier Bard, a criminologist of the ‘old-school’. Now is the chance for you to match those skills and see if you can solve the crime.
Don’t worry if you are foxed! We’ll give you the answer next week!
Last week’s solution: The suspect was playing polo on Shrove Tuesday, injured himself, went into hospital and was released three days later on Monday – that’s perfectly possible if the horse’s name he was playing polo on was “Shrove Tuesday”.
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Two Minute Mystery – Number 14
Bard slumped behind his desk – he hadn’t slept a wink last night going through all those old cases with Jenny – and it hadn’t done them much good either. They had narrowed the list of suspects to about 70. What he needed now was peace and quiet to piece together the clues he had.
“Bard!” It was a yell from Chief Inspector Vector: “In my office now!”
“Yes sir.” Bard made his way to his superior’s office. “What in God’s name do you think you are playing at?” Vector snapped, not even giving Bard a chance to sit.
“Sir?” Bard asked.
“Taking on a civilian on a police matter!” Vector yelled.
“I’m sorry sir. It was a spur of the moment thing – I had a lead to follow up, and I didn’t have time to argue with her.”
“You had a lead?” Did you call for back-up? Did you act without first consulting your superior officer? No and yes!” Vector banged his desk.
“But….” Bard attempted to interject.
“No buts!” Vector growled. “I know you and I have never got on. It is common knowledge that but for your accident you would have got the promotion to chief inspector – but these things happen. I got the job and you didn’t. I would just like it for once if you could pack those sour grapes away and show me respect. Which means reporting to me and not taking reporters like Jenny Spyke on police business.”
“Yes sir. It won’t happen again,” Bard apologised.
“It had better not.” Vector leant back in his chair, becoming more relaxed.
“You know when I was a captain in the army, I used to lead entire battalions of men and never had the kind of trouble I have with you.
“Sir.” Bard settled himself down for one of Vector’s motivational talks.
“I don’t know if you think that your injuries allow you to have special treatment because, believe me, you get it already – I’m surprised they let you back in the force and I’m uncomfortable about you out on the beat. Behind a desk is where you belong.”
“Sir, I hope …” Bard became shocked for a moment.
“No, don’t worry, I’m not putting you there yet – but let me tell you, one more step out of line and your feet won’t touch the ground. Now, I think your first step to becoming a better police officer is to become part of the team. Some of the force are having a Christmas drink in the pub across the road. You should join them.”
“But, sir …” It wasn’t that Bard was unsociable. He just felt too old for all that rowdy beer drinking and song singing of force nights out.
“No buts!” Vector smiled. “That is an order – and disobeying orders is taking a step out of line and not showing me the proper respect.”
Bard stood and stalked from the room – how did the man expect to get respect when he spoke so much rubbish.
What had Vector said that had shown Bard he was talking “rubbish”?
We will give you the Answer next week!