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Inverness Burgh Police Station, Castle Wynd, Inverness
Thursday 19 March 1931. 9.45am



The rain from the night before had barely abated so the streets were slick with rain and anyone already out and about was wrestling with their umbrellas in the gusting wind.

The Burgh Police Station was off a courtyard near the castle and having explained there presence to the Desk Serjeant, they were shown in to see Inspector Sinclair, who studied them with a keen eye.



“Whit can I do for ye? My serjeant said ye wanted to talk about matters up at Strathmorn,” he said.

BoyBlunder78 wrote: ↑Sat Oct 01, 2022 8:27 am

whose here?

Father will be present.

Inspector Sinclair glanced at the clock and raised an eyebrow, waiting for someone to speak.

I address the Inspector " Good morning Inspetor i am Dr Douglas My conpanions and i have travelled here from London on the behest Mr Harry Price regarding the unfortunate murder business. I believe you were expecting us?

I'llleave it to.each of my companions to introduce themselves as apart from the Fathet, jm.not sure who is here.

“Price? I don’t know a Harry Price,” said Inspector Sinclair, with a perplexed look upon his face.

"My apologies" I briefly say who Harry Price is.He mentioned that we should come here, to see if we can help with any....unusual aspects of the case."

"Good morning, Inspector," says Bonnie. "I'm Bonnie MacKenzie. I'm from Inverness, but I was in London when Harry Price recruited us to conduct an independent investigation of the murder. We'd like to know what you've learned so far, please."

“Hmmph,” Inspector Sinclair grumbled. “I don’t recall asking for assistance.” He looked quite put out.

He looked at Bonnie. “The McLeod boy has been charged with the murder of Donald McColl. He’s in the cells now. I’m not sure what else ye think ye can help with.”

"Aye," says Bonnie. "What evidence did you find that led you to arrest the McLeod lad? And may we please talk to him?"

Inspector Sinclair stared at Dr Douglas for a long moment, then looked at Bonnie. “On the night in question, there was a birthday party. Everyone in the village was there, except for McLeod. He was out tending the sheep. He was the only person who didnae have an alibi.”

”We asked around and neither the local priest nor the doctor had a good word to say about him. If ye want to talk to him about how a haunted house did it, then be my guest.” Sinclair isn’t openly mocking the suggestion but it’s clear he has little faith in the idea.

"Thank ye, Inspector," says Bonnie. "We'll do that."

Philulhu wrote: ↑Sat Oct 01, 2022 10:52 pm Inspector Sinclair stared at Dr Douglas for a long moment, then looked at Bonnie. “On the night in question, there was a birthday party. Everyone in the village was there, except for McLeod. He was out tending the sheep. He was the only person who didnae have an alibi.”

”We asked around and neither the local priest nor the doctor had a good word to say about him. If ye want to talk to him about how a haunted house did it, then be my guest.” Sinclair isn’t openly mocking the suggestion but it’s clear he has little faith in the idea.

The old priest was quite a weird sight in the police station considering it all, as even the rest of their group was european un nature. With friendliness of a charming man he spoke to the Inspector.

"Forrgivenness, good man. I am ze Father Ó Shaban. My curriosity is somewhat baralel to ze rest of ze fellows bresent. I have quite heard of ze... Violence of zis case. And, while not zat many westerrners seem to zink so nowadays, demons can be so cause of terrible violence. For ze brotection of Christ, I would ask for a meeting wiz ze man, if ze abbroved."

“Demons, Father?” Inspector Sinclair looked at Father Ó Shaban for a long moment. He shook his head resignedly.

”You can talk to the boy if you wish,” he said and he stood and called one of the Serjeants to the office to escort them to the cells.
_ _ _

“Now don’t get too close!” warned Serjeant Lorimer, the barrel-chested policeman who had accompanied them down to the cells, and unlocked the cell door so they could see the accused. The air was cool and Jamie McLeod sat with his blanket around his shoulders. He was a slightly build lad in his late teen, pale-faced with a sweep of dark hair across his forehead. He looked from his visitors to Serjeant Lorimer, who said, “No funny business, Jamie. These folks just want to ask ye a few questions.”

"Good morning JamieMy bame is Dr Douglasand these are my friends Father O'Shaban and MissMacKenzie.We were hoping we could talk to you about the reason your here." I motion to my two companions. I turn to Serjeant Lorimer "Would it be possible for me to give him a medical examination?"