Sunday, August 16, 2015

 

The Solution of Northern Murder


Detective Rack dumped out the
Swede's footlocker and placed every
article carefully in the empty room.

Most of the cold rooms of the Swede's
house proved empty.

He spent an hour revolving a fat figurine
from an Elsinore fair.

A barmaid, he concluded.
 

Didn't know Chief was in the vicinity.
Brought Swede in to pick up a warmer parka.

When accused saw the barmaid, he fainted.

"That's enough for me!" Chief declared.

But wasn't quite, because he took the sensitive
miscreant, once revived, out to a frigid shed,
where he picked up a frosty snapped-off
fencepost and threatened him.

Confession, of course, wrapped it up.

Even so, Rack still perused the other junk from
the footlocker.

TV considering a series based on Rack's cases.

“I thought TV about action,” I, his sometimes
partner, remarked.

Evidently not, for they had to leave out the
fencepost in the pilot.

But they still had Racky.



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Italian, no doubt.
 
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