The Perfect Crime
Alice Jackson's husband, Henry was a man of habit. So it was that at exactly six o'clock in the evening she was in the kitchen getting a beer for him out of the fridge and watching him walk up the path.
She was smiling. Today the routine was going to be different. It was their tenth wedding anniversary, and some friends were coming round for drinks at 8.00. There was a big ice statue of a couple kissing in the middle of the table in the living room, with twenty glasses waiting for the guests. Alice was looking forward to the evening.
She was very happy. She had a beautiful baby sleeping upstairs, a lovely home, and a husband who she adored.
Henry opened the door and came into the kitchen. She turned round to kiss him and give him his beer.
'Sit down,' Henry said. 'I've got something to say.'
Alice had no idea that in the next two minutes her whole life was going to change.
'I'm sorry,' he said. 'And it's our anniversary, as well. But it's just that Kathy and I are in love. Bobby won't miss me, he's too young'
She didn't believe his ears. She was in a dream.
'I'll get ready for the party,' she said.
She walked into the living room. When she returned, Henry was standing with his back to her, drinking his beer. She was carrying something heavy. He turned. 'What on earth ….?' These were Henry Jackson's last words. His wife hit him over the head.
At first he didn't move, then he fell to the floor.
Suddenly Alice began to think very clearly. She took the ice statue back to the living room, and phoned the police.
Then she turned up the central heating, and went upstairs to put on some make-up.
The police came quickly.
'Is he all right?' she asked.
'He's dead.'
Alice screamed. 'No, no, not Henry! My Henry! Oh Henry!' Through her tears she told how she put the baby to bed, and came downstairs to find Henry on the kitchen floor.
'Burglars,' said Detective Parry.
They took her into the living room.
'Sit down, Mrs. Jackson. Sergeant Taylor, get Mrs Jackson a drink. A brandy with some ice. Phew! It's hot in this room. I hope you understand, Mrs Jackson, that we have to search the house immediately. We must find the murder weapon.
The room was getting hotter. Suddenly an arm fell off the ice statue onto the table. It was melting. Sergeant Taylor went to the statue and picked up the melting arm. He broke it into bits and put some into Alice's brandy.
'Phew! Can I have a glass of water, Mrs Jackson? It's so hot in here.'
'I think we all need one,' said the detective. 'And with ice.' They were all very hot and thirsty.
Alice's friends arrived. 'Poor Alice! Poor Henry!' They cried, and they tried to comfort her.
'Oh, thank you, thank you,' sobbed Alice. 'Please …. stay and have a drink. Help yourselves.'
They all had drinks - gin and tonic, whisky - and they all had ice. The statue was now nearly a pool of water on the floor.
'I wonder what the burglar hit him with,' said one guest.
'Who knows?' said another, taking a sip of her drink. Alice heard this conversation, and smiled into her brandy.
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The Perfect Crime Alice Jackson's husband, Henry was a man of habit. So it was that at exactly six o'clock in the evening she was in the kitchen getting a beer for him out of the fridge and watching him walk up the path. She was smiling. Today the routine was going to be different. It was their tenth wedding anniversary, and some friends were coming round for drinks at 8.00. There was a big ice statue of a couple kissing in the middle of the table in the living room, with twenty glasses waiting for the guests. Alice was looking forward to the evening. She was very happy. She had a beautiful baby sleeping upstairs, a lovely home, and a husband who she adored. Henry opened the door and came into the kitchen. She turned round to kiss him and give him his beer. 'Sit down,' Henry said. 'I've got something to say.' Alice had no idea that in the next two minutes her whole life was going to change. 'I'm sorry,' he said. 'And it's our anniversary, as well. But it's just that Kathy and I are in love. Bobby won't miss me, he's too young' She didn't believe his ears. She was in a dream. 'I'll get ready for the party,' she said. She walked into the living room. When she returned, Henry was standing with his back to her, drinking his beer. She was carrying something heavy. He turned. 'What on earth ….?' These were Henry Jackson's last words. His wife hit him over the head. At first he didn't move, then he fell to the floor. Suddenly Alice began to think very clearly. She took the ice statue back to the living room, and phoned the police. Then she turned up the central heating, and went upstairs to put on some make-up. The police came quickly. 'Is he all right?' she asked. 'He's dead.' Alice screamed. 'No, no, not Henry! My Henry! Oh Henry!' Through her tears she told how she put the baby to bed, and came downstairs to find Henry on the kitchen floor. 'Burglars,' said Detective Parry. They took her into the living room. 'Sit down, Mrs. Jackson. Sergeant Taylor, get Mrs Jackson a drink. A brandy with some ice. Phew! It's hot in this room. I hope you understand, Mrs Jackson, that we have to search the house immediately. We must find the murder weapon. The room was getting hotter. Suddenly an arm fell off the ice statue onto the table. It was melting. Sergeant Taylor went to the statue and picked up the melting arm. He broke it into bits and put some into Alice's brandy. 'Phew! Can I have a glass of water, Mrs Jackson? It's so hot in here.' 'I think we all need one,' said the detective. 'And with ice.' They were all very hot and thirsty. Alice's friends arrived. 'Poor Alice! Poor Henry!' They cried, and they tried to comfort her. 'Oh, thank you, thank you,' sobbed Alice. 'Please …. stay and have a drink. Help yourselves.' They all had drinks - gin and tonic, whisky - and they all had ice. The statue was now nearly a pool of water on the floor. 'I wonder what the burglar hit him with,' said one guest. 'Who knows?' said another, taking a sip of her drink. Alice heard this conversation, and smiled into her brandy.
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The Perfect Crime marito di Alice di Jackson, Henry era un uomo di abitudine. Fu così che esattamente sei di sera lei era in cucina ottenere una birra per lui fuori dal frigo e guardare lo piedi lungo la strada. Stava sorridendo. Oggi la routine sarebbe stato diverso. Era il loro decimo anniversario di matrimonio, e alcuni amici stavano arrivando giro per le bevande alle ore 8.00. C'era una grande statua di ghiaccio di un paio di baciare al centro del tavolo in salotto, con una ventina di occhiali in attesa per gli ospiti. Alice era in attesa della serata. Lei era molto felice. Aveva un bel bambino dorme al piano di sopra, una bella casa e un marito che adorava. Henry aprì la porta ed è entrato in cucina. Si voltò a baciarlo e dargli la sua birra. 'Siediti', ha detto Henry. 'Ho qualcosa da dire.' Alice non aveva idea che nei prossimi due minuti tutta la sua vita stava per cambiare. 'Mi dispiace', ha detto. 'Ed è il nostro anniversario, pure. Ma è solo che Kathy e io siamo innamorati. Bobby non mi mancherà, è troppo giovane 'Non credeva alle sue orecchie. Era in un sogno. 'Prendo pronto per la festa', ha detto. Entrò in soggiorno. Quando tornò, Henry era in piedi con la schiena a lei, a bere la sua birra. Stava trasportando qualcosa di pesante. Ha girato. 'Cosa diavolo ....?' Queste furono le ultime parole di Henry Jackson. Sua moglie lo ha colpito alla testa. In un primo momento non si mosse, poi cadde a terra. Improvvisamente Alice cominciò a pensare in modo molto chiaro. Ha preso la statua di ghiaccio di nuovo in soggiorno, e ha telefonato alla polizia. Poi si alzò il riscaldamento centrale, e andò di sopra a mettere su qualche trucco. La polizia è arrivata in fretta. 'Sta bene?' chiese. 'È morto.' Alice gridò. 'No, no, non Henry! Il mio Henry! Oh, Henry! ' Tra le lacrime ha raccontato di come ha messo il bambino a letto, e scese per trovare Henry sul pavimento della cucina. 'Ladri', ha detto il detective Parry. L'hanno portata in salotto. 'Siediti, signora Jackson. Sergente Taylor, ottenere onorevole Jackson un drink. Una grappa con del ghiaccio. Accidenti! Fa caldo in questa stanza. Spero che tu capisca, onorevole Jackson, che dobbiamo cercare subito la casa. Dobbiamo trovare l'arma del delitto. La stanza era sempre più caldo. Improvvisamente un braccio cadde la statua di ghiaccio sul tavolo. Si stava sciogliendo. Il sergente Taylor andò alla statua e prese il braccio di fusione. Si è rotto in pezzi e mettere un po 'in acquavite di Alice.' Accidenti! Posso avere un bicchiere d'acqua, la signora Jackson? E 'così caldo qui.' 'Penso che abbiamo tutti bisogno di uno', ha detto il detective. 'E con ghiaccio.' Erano tutti molto caldo e sete. Amici di Alice arrivati. 'Povera Alice! Povero Henry! ' Piangevano, e hanno cercato di confortarla. 'Oh, grazie, grazie,' singhiozzavi Alice. 'Per favore …. rimanere e bere un drink. . Aiutare voi stessi 'Hanno avuto tutti bevande - gin tonic, il whisky - e tutti avevano il ghiaccio. La statua era ormai quasi una pozza d'acqua sul pavimento. 'Mi chiedo che cosa il ladro lo ha colpito con', ha detto un ospite. 'Chi lo sa?' ha detto un altro, prendendo un sorso del suo drink. Alice sentito questa conversazione, e sorrise nel suo brandy.
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