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Serjeant Lorimer looked dubious but took down a heavy truncheon from a hook on the wall and stepped into McLeod’s cell. “Jamie - the Doc wants to take a look at ye. That’ll be ok, won’t it? Nae funny business, right?” McLeod nodded weakly and the Serjeant stepped back to admit Dr Douglas.

“Over to ye, Doc. I dinnae reckon he’ll give ye any bother.”

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I'm so sorry everyone!!! Can we pretend Cait was here and introduced herself too because that was my intention

Cait stood near the cell's entrance with Miss MacKenzie and the Father, watching Dr. Douglas inspect the man. She still felt a little silly since mentioning the haunted house situation, especially since the inspector did not seem to be too keen on their intentions—at least not their apparent belief in ghosts. "Anything of note?" she asked, forgetting for a moment that the man they were inspecting was alive. She was so used to inspecting dead bodies.

"We just want to get to the truth of what happened," says Bonnie to McLeod. "We'd like to ask you a few questions."

That’s fine, no problem at all

McLeod sat still as Dr Douglas gave him a quick once-over. As far as the doctor could tell, other than being a bit under-nourished, he was in good physical condition.

“All good, Doc?” said Serjeant Lorimer. “Right, Jamie. These people have got a few questions for ye. Ye’re happy to answer them?”

McLeod looked up and nodded, waiting for the first question.

"How well did you know the deceased?" asks Bonnie.

Dr Douglas turns to Serjeant Lorimer and asks if it's possible to see the police report?

Father Ó Shaban while having one of his hands within his dignified beard, looked arround the cell, in the look for strange things. And, or maybe, signs of demons. Strange marks, and or smells.

Cait was pleased by Miss MacKenzie's first question. No accusations or conspiracies, just a simple question. "And," she added, "what do you remember from that night?" She expected that he had no answer, as suspects often did not, but she was willing to hear him out just the same.

Serjeant Lorimer went and fetched the police report for Doctor Douglas and passed it over for him to read.

Police Report

Incident No. INV-31/203 Date: Sunday, 15 March 1931
Time: 8.30pm

Crime: Murder
Victim: Donald McColl Age: 37
Place of Residence: Strathmorn

Suspect: Jamie McLeod Age:18
Place of Residence: Strathmorn

Summary of Evidence

The deceased was last seen alive on the evening of Saturday 15 March 1931. He had been attending a party at the Strathmorn Hotel, Strathmorn. He left early, but was killled before he reached home.

Enquiries with the villagers established that all residents had been at the party and could provide alibis for each other, with the exception of the suspect, who was looking after Farmer McIntyre’s sheep that everting. The suspect claimed that he had been exploring McMorn Manor, which was reputed by locals to be a haunted house.

When asked for an explanation, McLeod said, “The ghosts must have done it.”

As Father Ó Shaban took a look around the cell, Jamie McLeod sat and considered Bonnie’s question before answering. “I know most people in the village. I’d see Donald around and he was always in the pub when I went in. We weren’t pals but we got on all right.”

“That night, everyone got to go to the hotel, except me. Father Mcinyre had me watching his sheep so I had to work. I was up near McMorn Manor and thought I’d have a look around. Some reckon it’s haunted but others say there’s treasure buried away in there.”

“Anyway, I sat down to rest my legs and I must’ve fallen asleep. All I remember after that is waking up suddenly to hear the howling wind. I reckon it was the ghosts making the noise and they did for Donald. I had nowt to do with it, honest!”

There’s nothing apparently out of the ordinary in the cell. The cell walls are whitewashed and someone has carved some five bar gates in the wall as a means of keeping track of the days. The only other thing of note was an enamelled bucket with a wooden lid in the corner of the room. It didn’t smell too fresh.

"What can you tell us about the ghosts?" asks Bonnie.

“I ken I didnae kill Donald McColl so it must have been ghosts,” replied McLeod vehemently. “Everyone kens the place is haunted - I should have listened to Reverend McCallan and stayed away! It’s the Divil’s work!” He crossed himself, looking thoroughly miserable.

Dr Douglas hands the police report to everyone to read. "You said it mist have been the ghosts that committed this atrocious act. What do you see or hear that makes you thinknthis?"

“I said I was asleep, didnae I?” replied McLeod. “I didnae ken about you, Doctor, but I don’t go around killing people in ma sleep!” He looked angry and scared.

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