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Inspector jester leaned back in his chair and took a long puff of his cigar, with the joyous air of a man who is nonrecreational to do nothing but sit in his office and do nothing but waste away the day. Which is exactly what Muggins did. The town Muggins lived in was a quiet one, so he never actually did any work. So when the surround rang it came to him as a suprise. So much of a surprise, in fact, that Muggins fell off his chair.The runner thing that appeared above the Inspectors desk was a shiny, bald head, followed by a pair of beady, piercing eyes, and then a most unspeakable ginger handlebar moustache, which was finely treated and rather oily. This moustache bristled angrily, and go up a couple of feet as Muggins stood up and brushed himself off. The phone kept ringing, until Muggins picked up the receiver. He was greeted by a voice, which suggested that the companionship was very stressed, and slightly hysterical.Hello? Hello? Is any trunk there?Inspector Muggins, ju risprudence Department Replied the Inspector, in a practiced, professional calm. Quick A a murder I see. Just stay calm maam, Ill be right overYes, Inspector. Thank you, InspectorThere was a click and the line went dead. Muggins picked up his nametag, took one last rough drawing of whisky, threw on his overcoat, and strode out the door. There was a grey fog move over the town which was accompanied by a grey drizzle. Muggins frowned at the sky, and picked up the pace a bit. A thin gibe of sunlight caught Muggins nametag. Bill Muggins it read. Chief Inspector, Caldwood Police get off. Bill halted outside a particularly Enormous house, painted a gleaming white, which looked a bit dull with the drizzle. Bill walked up the never ending maze of a garden path, ... ...ontinued to talk..Im going to kill you, Bill. And Im going to enjoy it.Wh wherefore did you kill Paul?Why? Because I hated everything about him he had the looks, the money, there wasnt one thing he didnt collapse. An d what did I have? I had nothing i was the runt of the litter and I was through with it. IM DONE He roared the last words.I cant allow you turn me in, Bill. I cant. I dont need to go to jail, and it would wreck the whole feeling of revenge. Thats why Im going to kill you.Bills whole body froze as the cold, black gun muzzle touched his neck. He act to scream but nothing came out he couldnt do anything he was done for.. All people heard was a bang and a thud. When they came to see what happened, all they saw was a body, with blood menstruation from a hole in his neck. And, off in the forest fanny the house, Spencer Dawson began to laugh.