Monday, 6 October 2014

Le Tigre Investigates

I will freely admit that I do not do my best work under pressure - like when I'm assigned in class to write a story which must include set elements. But to be fair I was only 13 when I wrote this and it was my first detective story (even if the title's a bit too alliterative).


'Orror at Ocramber

5.45am. All is peace and quiet at Ocramber Zoo. Every animal is sound asleep. Then a little rustle of leaves in the bushes on the north boundary as a dark, unknown figure moved silently through them. The figures reaches the other side of the bushes and jumps over the fence of the lion den which is next to the bushes. The figure then grabs Rumi – Ocramber Zoo' only lion cub, puts a gag over his mouth and leaps over the west fence with the gagged cub under one arm. Suddenly the cub awakens. Realising the position he's in he starts kicking, yowling and scratching his kidnapper's hands in a desperate attempt to escape. The kidnapper panics and hits the cub to the head trying to shut him up. Sudden silence. Rumi has no heartbeat. The kidnapper stumbles blindly on in the dark, past the zoo attendant house to the Aviary where the kidnapper opens a door, puts the cub on the floor underneath a night security blind, closes the door, take the same route out as when they came in and disappears into the night.

Timala Canger woke up at 7.00am, stretched, did some warming up exercises, put her fake orange tiger skin dressing gown on and went downstairs to a delicious breakfast which 5 of her 6 servants were busy preparing in the mansion dining room. Timala was a crime detective who spent most of her spare time teaching dance students in Ocramber gymnasium. This made her extremely agile when tracking suspects. She had become a detective when her 4 year old daughter Kynasa was murdered. (This made her sly and cautious when tracking suspects). Her most prized possessions were a fake white tiger skin (she detested people who killed real animals and animal murders were her favourite crime to investigate) and gleaming tiger's eye amulet set in 22 carat gold. However, today Timala's boss, Mr. C. Krett, had given her the day off and a ticket to the local zoo. So after breakfast she put on her orange and black striped cotton dress, picked up her ticket and went out to where her orange limousine was waiting.
“The zoo, please, Buckington.” said Timala to the driver. The car was started up and driven off.

There was a queue of about 20 people at the zoo gates when she arrived including her sister, Jalina, and the zoo-keeper was opening them for the first guided tour. While he was busy unlocking the padlocks another man stood on a stand and told that crowd that he was Mr. Karefol, the bird tender, and the first guide. The mass scurried into the zoo with Mr. Karefol at the front. They passed gazelles, rams and goats until they reached the Aviary with the night security blinds still pulled down. Mr. Karefol bent down and undid the catch which fastened the blinds to the floor. A sudden blare of light dazzled all the birds as they stood magnificent on their perches. Then Jalina let out a huge shriek and pointed to the owl cage. Everyone turned to see what had frightened her so much. There, half stretched out, half curled round the base of Trophy the Snowy Owl's perch, was the corpse of a lion cub. Someone set off the alarm and 2 zoo policemen came running to the Aviary. They took one look at the cage, one look at Mr. Karefol and arrested him. As they led him away Timala caught up with them.
“Why have you arrested him?” she asked, puzzled.
“Didn't you see the scratches on his hands?” one of the policemen said, “They're obviously lion claw marks.”
“But those marks were attained at feeding time.” replied Timala.
“Ha! Is that what he told you?” said the other policeman, “You can't believe everything you hear, Miss.” Timala watched them take the poor bird tender away and then she ran out of the zoo, jumped into her limousine and said to the driver.
“Back to 15 Avenue de Pomme.” The car started up and drove off again.

Back at her mansion she ran up to an unknown bedroom attic where she did her investigating work. None of her servants knew she was a detective. By one o' clock Timala still couldn't work out the crime and anyway it was time for her afternoon gym lesson so she put on her black and orange leotard and was driven to the gymnasium where about 27 17-19 year olds were getting changed. Marla Pryne was talking about Ocramber Zoo and how it was such a shame that the lion cub had been killed.
After a lesson of forward rolls and hoop work, Timala received a phone call in her secret bedroom asking her to come and view Rumi's post mortem.
“So much for my day off!” Timala said, going over to an obviously well-used wardrobe.

A couple of minutes later Le Tigre stood in her place and a few minutes after that she was examining the deceased cub's post mortem with two other people from forensics – one called Sarah and one called Jack.
“We know the place of death was Ocramber Zoo, we think the time of death was approximately 6.00am; we also know the cause of death was a severe blow on the head but we don't know who hit Rumi. The newspaper about it will be out tomorrow asking people with information to come forward.” said Sarah.
“Tomorrow? That's weird! One of my stu...er...friends who I know wasn't at the zoo this morning was talking about the murder and I assumed she had read it in a newspaper. Also she had scratches on her hands which she said she got from doing handstands on a wooden floor.” Le Tigre said.
“But that's very, highly unlikely.” said Jack, “In a recent examination handstands on wooden floor will rarely cause even splinters and when they are removed they only leave slight marks which easily heal up!”
“Then Marla must have killed Rumi!” said Le Tigre, shakily, “But why?”
“We'll find that out when we arrest her tomorrow,” Sarah said, “Can you follow this Marla tomorrow afternoon to make sure she goes straight home? The police will meet her at the door. We'll also make sure Mr. Karefol is released.”

So after the lesson the day after, Timala zipped into her detective costume and zipped outside to keep her eye on Marla.
“Suspect heading home.” whispered Le Tigre into a walkie-talkie.
“Roger. Over and out.” came the reply.
Finally they reached Marla's house and just as Marla put her key in the door about 5 police jumped out and 1 arrested her for Animal Murder (AM) just as Le Tigre jumped from the lamppost on which she had been perched just in time to hear Marla's confession.
“I only did what I did because Yoghurt, my kitten, died and when the zoo told me it didn't matter I couldn't believe them and when I applied as an Ocramber Zoo keeper assistant they told me I didn't have a chance and I didn't mean to kill the cub, I was going to look after him as a new kitten but it all went wrong.”
“Ah well, that's the way it goes,” said Le Tigre, “we should let animals keep their skins, tusks and lives.”

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