An Easy Case

The greatest question that was burning in Samson’s head was who did it? Dame Peggy Foursome was a national treasure. The Queen of knitting made Samson’s childhood awesome. Thursday nights were cozy with all the wonderful creatures and stories she made with just wool. He still had her collection of books in his attic. They must be worth thousand now.

Being a fan of her, he felt oblidged to uncover the truth. Poor little lady was thrown off her cabin balcony into a watery death. She had been spending Christmas on a baltic cruise. All that was left from her was a knitting needle. It had to be somebody twice the size of her. But who? She brought a smile on everyone’s face. No one had a motive to kill her, except for her estranged son, Daniel John Foursome (also known as DJ4). He was left nothing in her will. Not that he needed it. DJ4 was considered one of the strongest men in England. His biceps were the size of of Samson’s head. Despite all the circumstances stacked against DJ4, Samson had observed the courtroom and his eyes were ready to pop open. The trial would soon be over. Soon DJ4 will find out who killed his mother and who framed him.

“Mr Samson,” the Judge said as his gavel hovered over his bench. “Is something troubling you. You seem dazed. I hope you haven’t been drag drinking again.”

“Of course not. Samson nodded, hopping the mints concealed his alcoholic breath. “You see, I believe this trial is a whole sham!”

“A sham?” The Judge lept from his seat. “Have you gone barking mad?” Not even the audience in the court could believe what they were saying. Journalists were scribbling faster than the speed of light. There were cameras rolling, this was suppose to be the trial of the year. People far and wide were on the edge of their seats. The world wanted to know who killed their online grandma.

“No, Your Honour.” Samson maintained his relaxed compusture. His shoulders rolled back before patting DJ4 on his he shoulder.

“This is a court of law.” The Judge banged his gavel to silence the court. “Order! Order! This is a highly honourable and respected one at that. Justice always prevails and I have never been wrong.”

“If this court is so honourable, then let’s go through the facts. No body has been found and the detective has no idea what the murder weapon is.”

“If she was thrown overboard then there would be no weapon,” the prosecutor said.

“Yes…” the Judge nodded. “This must have been a minor problem that was overlooked.”

“This is a very big problem!” Samson yelled. “My client was arrested without sufficient evidence.”

“So what are you trying to say?” The prosecutor asked.

“That the victim, Dame Peggy Foursome is still alive.”

“What makes you say that?” The Judge asked.

Samson lifted his chin and pointed to the little lady knitting in the top corner. “She’s right over there!”

DJ4 gazed up to the back. “Mother? You’re alive!”

Dame Peggy Foursome chuckled. With a wave she flashed off her candy cane gloves. “Hello! Merry Christmas.”