November 7th, 1978.
Today we board the train to London and I’m in a cabin with three other people. Their names are Mark, Jack, and Felix. Mark is a waiter, Jack is a chef and Felix is the conductor. I headed to the massage trailer because my back was really sore, the massage guy was named Desmond Hung. I tried not to laugh at that.
Thirty minutes in, I get up and strolled to my cabin and what I saw I wish I could unsee it. Right there was a man with a bloody nose and a knife sliding out if his back. The glass from the window shattered everywhere and a gun in his hand.
“Someone has done this and there are only a few suspects and they are Mark, Jack, Felix and Desmond" I said.
"This man was clearly stabbed with this knife" I explained. "Mark, where were you while I was having my massage?" I asked.
"I was serving this couple some snacks" he replied.
"In the Morning?" I said confused. "Jack, where were you when this murder occurred?"
"I was cooking some breakfast for these two old folks in the other cabin. They were really cranky," he explained. I got some powder and sprinkled it on the knife to see if there were fingerprints. I had to blow the extra powder away to get a perfect result, then I got a brush and brushed it to see it better. The tape that I got I used to get the powder onto a black piece of paper and it was a swirly fingerprint. I checked each suspects fingers and there were two people with swirly fingers, Mark and Desmond.
"Felix, where were you and what were you doing when this crime happened?" I asked. I still had to ask everyone a question before I made my decision.
"I was playing chess with this old man," he replied.
"Ok, well this leaves us with one more question. Desmond, where were you when this occurred?"
"I was in the kitchen washing the dishes," He replied.
"Desmond Hung, you are under arrest for murder because you went to murder this man while you had another person massaging me" I stated. He was trialled and sentenced life in prison.
