#18: Case 9571_Mr. Johnson’s murder

It was raining heavily outside. Night was at its darkest. Sound of raindrops was echoing throughout the ambience except at house no 48, Schellingstraβe, Munich.

“I don’t understand this at all.” Alfred murmured. “This dead body’s hands are burned, car seems scrap and god only knows why I became a cop?”

“Never hate your job.” Henry said while entering inside the garage. “And don’t worry. We are here now.”

“Thank god you are here.” Alfred said. “Where’s Mr. Jefferson?”

“If his assistant is here, so is he too.” Henry replied. “He is having a talk with family members inside home.”

“Let’s get in then.” Alfred said.

They entered inside the home which was much like a palace while putting off their shoes outside as much mud was glued to them. A quite spotless hall looked sad. Kitchen was a bit chaotic. A lady was crying loudly on the couch besides a calm young boy with soiled legs. A maid was standing in a corner. And a man with a hat on his head and a pipe in his hand was sitting on the chair in front of all them.

“Glad to see you Mr. Jefferson” Alfred said.

“I’m not.” That man replied with his heavy voice. “Because we meet only when there’s a crime done somewhere. And crime is never a reason to glad. Anyway, please give the paper of statements to Henry.”

Alfred gave it. Henry read out it.

“Breda, Victim Mr. Johnson’s wife said: I was slipping when I heard him screaming. I woke up and ran to the garage as I knew he was repairing car’s electric circuit system which was troubling since long. There, I saw He was floating in blood. It was horrible. I couldn’t identify what to do. Just ran back and called polizei.” Derick nodded. Henry continued.

“Paul, Victim’s son said: I was in my room doing my project work on net. I heard dad screaming and came outside. In hall, my stepmom was calling to cops. I went to garage and saw my dad dead there.” Derick nodded again.

“And the last…” Henry said. “Shally, the housemaid said: I had awakened to drink water but when I came to kitchen I saw that chaotic look. By the time, I heard Mr. Johnson screaming. I came to hall and saw Mrs. Johnson dialing to the polizei. Paul and his father never had good relations. I’m afraid Paul has killed him.”

Henry took a breath. Alfred looked at Derick with hopeful eyes.

Derick raised his hat a little with pipe, took a deep breath and said. “Breda is culprit. Paul came out from his room to hall on listening Mr. Johnson’s scream and saw Breda calling the police. Same is with Shally too. It’s not possible for Breda to go to garage on listening Mr. Johnson’s scream and come back to hall by the time other two came to hall only. She hadn’t gone to garage and for that another proof is this clean unsoiled hall. Car’s circuit was made in a way to give Mr. Johnson an electric shock. First theory can be of an accident as in a rainy night anyone can have electric shocks. For second theory she paid Shally to lie that Paul never had good relations with his father and for the last safety, they both made the chaotic look of kitchen to blame any unknown thief. Breda did all this to become the only proprietor of such mammoth properties but she made the mistake. She called the police to make her clean impression but her earliness to call police became the lasso to catch her.”

“Extraordinary sir...” Henry said.

“Don’t praise…” Derick said. “These are only theories. Let them confess the truth first. I just wondered how Breda saw Mr. Johnson floating in blood when he died with Electric shock…!”