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The Thursday Murder Club

In a peaceful retirement village, four unlikely friends meet weekly in the Jigsaw Room to discuss unsolved crimes; together they call themselves the Thursday Murder Club.

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Well, let’s start with Elizabeth, shall we? And see where that gets us?
I knew who she was, of course; everybody here knows Elizabeth. She has
one of the three-bed flats in Larkin Court. It’s the one on the corner, with the
decking? Also, I was once on a quiz team with Stephen, who, for a number of
reasons, is Elizabeth’s third husband.
I was at lunch, this is two or three months ago, and it must have been a
Monday, because it was shepherd’s pie. Elizabeth said she could see that I was
eating, but wanted to ask me a question about knife wounds, if it wasn’t
I said, ‘Not at all, of course, please,’ or words to that effect. I won’t always
remember everything exactly, I might as well tell you that now. So she opened a
manila folder, and I saw some typed sheets and the edges of what looked like old
photographs. Then she was straight into it.
Elizabeth asked me to imagine that a girl had been stabbed with a knife. I
asked what sort of knife she had been stabbed with, and Elizabeth said probably
just a normal kitchen knife. John Lewis. She didn’t say that, but that was what I
pictured. Then she asked me to imagine this girl had been stabbed, three or four
times, just under the breastbone. In and out, in and out, very nasty, but without
severing an artery. She was fairly quiet about the whole thing, because people
were eating, and she does have some boundaries.
So there I was, imagining stab wounds, and Elizabeth asked me how long it
would take the girl to bleed to death.
By the way, I realize I should have mentioned that I was a nurse for many
years, otherwise none of this will make sense to you. Elizabeth would have
known that from somewhere, because Elizabeth knows everything. Anyway,
that’s why she was asking me. You must have wondered what I was on about. I
will get the hang of writing this, I promise.
I remember dabbing at my mouth before I answered, like you see on
television sometimes. It makes you look cleverer, try it. I asked what the girl had
Elizabeth found the information in her folder, followed her finger and read
out that the girl had been forty-six kilos. Which threw us both, because neither of
us was sure what forty-six kilos was in real money. In my head I was thinking it
must be about twenty-three stone? Two to one was my thinking. Even as I
thought that, though, I suspected I was getting mixed up with inches and
thought that, though, I suspected I was getting mixed up with inches and

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Elizabeth let me know the girl definitely wasn’t twenty-three stone, as she
had a picture of her corpse in the folder. She tapped the folder at me, before
turning her attention back to the room, and said, ‘Will somebody ask Bernard
what forty-six kilos is?’
Bernard always sits by himself, on one of the smaller tables nearest the
patio. It is Table 8. You don’t need to know that, but I will tell you a bit about
Bernard Cottle was very kind to me when I first arrived at Coopers Chase.
He brought me a clematis cutting and explained the recycling timetable. They
have four different coloured bins here. Four! Thanks to Bernard, I know that
green is for glass, and blue is cardboard and paper. As for red and black, though,
your guess is still as good as mine. I’ve seen all sorts as I’ve wandered about.
Someone once put a fax machine in one.
Bernard had been a professor, something in science, and had worked all
around the world, including going to Dubai before anyone had heard of it. True
to form, he was wearing a suit and tie to lunch, but was, nevertheless, reading
the Daily Express. Mary from Ruskin Court, who was at the next table, got his
attention and asked how much forty-six kilos was when it was at home.
Bernard nodded and called over to Elizabeth, ‘Seven stone three and a bit.’
And that’s Bernard for you.

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