The Big Over Easy

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it. Friedland, in a typical display of bravado, had uncovered a sinuous trail of money laundering that led from East Malvonia and involved several hitherto unheard-of and only marginally plausible secret societies and ended up implicating the Vatican. During a daring raid on an address in Cleethorpes, the two prime suspects were killed and a large quantity of arms and cash recovered. The investigation was so complex that it had to be published as an annotated two-parter in Amazing Crime Stories . The only survivor of the raid confessed a few weeks later and was currently doing time in Reading Gaol.
    “This gun was used to kill the Christians?”
    “No, this gun belonged to the woodcutter. I can tell you if it was the one used to kill them by comparing the two spent cartridges they found at the scene. Who had it?”
    “Humpty Dumpty.”
    “As in ‘sat on a wall’?”
    “No, as in ‘had a great fall.’ He was found dead this morning.”
    “Ah,” replied Skinner knowingly. “I thought murdered woodcutters were NCD jurisdiction?”
    “Friedland insisted they were real woodcutters, and Briggs agreed with him. As it turned out, he was right. Thanks, Skinner, you’ve been a lot of help.”
     
    Jack walked back into the station, stepped into the lift and pressed the button to go down to the basement. The lift, however, was already programmed to go up, so he went on an excursion to the seventh floor. The shotgun puzzled him. Humpty was undeniably shady, but he’d never been violent.
    The lift stopped at the sixth floor, where Jack’s least favorite person at Reading Central walked in: Friedland Chymes. They had once been partners together at the NCD until Friedland thought it was beneath him and jumped into the fast lane of the Guild of Detectives on the back of two cases that were more to do with Spratt. It had been Jack and Wilmot Snaarb who caught the Gingerbreadman that night, not Friedland, as he liked to claim. So it was no surprise that they didn’t even look at each other. Friedland pressed the first-floor button and then stared at the indicator lights above the door. After a twenty-year enmity, the best either of them could manage was a single-word greeting.
    “Jack.”
    “Friedland.”
    But, Friedland being Friedland, he couldn’t resist a small dig.
    “I knew the pigs would walk, old sport,” he said loftily. “I didn’t think the premeditation argument solid enough.”
    “It was solid,” retorted Jack. “The defense had the jury loaded with other pigs. I wanted a wolf in the box, but you know how busy they are.”
    “You can’t play the speciesist card every time you lose a case, Jack.”
    They were silent for a moment as the lift passed the fourth floor.
    “I understand you’ve applied to join the Guild,” remarked Chymes with a small and patronizing chuckle.
    “Any officer can apply, Friedland.”
    “No need to get defensive, old boy.”
    “I’m not getting defensive.”
    “What will be your figurehead case? Finding sheep for Bo-peep? A failed conviction of three pigs?”
    “I’ll think of something.”
    “Of course you will. I hear Humpty took a nosedive. Suicide?”
    “It’s early days,” replied Jack quickly, not wanting to relinquish any details, no matter how trivial.
    “Humpty…wall…suicide… murder, ” muttered Chymes thoughtfully. “Sounds like it could be a corker. Want me to take over?”
    “No.”
    “I’ll swap it for a strangling over in Arborfield.”
    “I said no, Friedland.”
    “Okay, the strangling in Arborfield plus a botulism poisoning by a vicar—with potential sexual intrigue thrown in. Proper stuff, Jack. None of your dozy nurseries.”
    “The answer’s still no. You couldn’t wait to get out of the NCD. Where were the offers of help when Mr. Punch was beating his wife? What about Bluebeard? I could have done with some assistance then. ”
    “Listen,” said Chymes as the friendly horse-trading banter vanished abruptly, “let’s cut the

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