This is my story...
It was summer. A hot and dry summer. Nobody was at home in Laurel Street; nobody except Miss Keeler, a young woman who had just moved there, Mr Johnson and Mr Bennett, two old men who hated each other from a very long time.
The crime happened at night: Mr Johnson heard a loud sound coming from the kitchen, so he went to see what was happening there. As soon as he opened the door, he was stabbed several times with a knife. His corpse was found by Miss Keeler the following day.
Five days after there was the trial. The only enquired for that which was called the Laurel Murder was Mr Bennett, suspected for his frequent quarrels with Mr Johnson. He was sitting in the dock when Miss Keeler was called to testify.
“So Miss Keeler, what do you remember of that night?”
“I remember, sir, that I was watching TV when I heard a strange sound coming from the hall. So I exited from my flat and I saw Mr Bennett walking furtively down the stairs. Then I returned into my flat.”
“Are you sure? Can you swear that?”
“I swear it, sir.”
“Thanks Miss Keeler.”
Then it was time for the defence.
“Miss Keeler, we can demonstrate your guilt. You said the false. That night Mr Bennett had a broken leg and he couldn’t walk. Besides, you could only obtain profits with Mr Johnson death: he is your relative, and you would inherit his flat and all his possessions!”
Miss Keeler couldn’t do anything but admit her crime. So Mr Bennett was acquitted, and the woman was jailed for life for murder.
Giuntini Simone
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2 comments:
Simo..this story is very nice!!and I like it....good work.....bye:)
good giunto!!! good story...you're a good writer!!!
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