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The Pennybank Murders

Part: 3

By Mark Quinn

Imogen Armitage the third

The Pennybank Murders
Part 3

Superintendent Cyril Choppybottom arrives at number 3 Clattering Cheeks, home of entrepreneur and business bitch of the year, Imogen Armitage III.
“Welcome Superintendent, how can I help you?”
Cyril removes his hat.
“Well Miss Armitage, I was pondering over having my home revitalised and I know your home improvements business is one of the best. What are the colours you would advise?”
Miss Armitage takes a long drag of her cigarette then blows the smoke right into Cyril’s face.
“I think, well no, I know that the in-colours are green, yellow and…”
The superintendent chokes on the smoke fumes in his face.
“Heck, hem, blood orange?” the super enquires.
Miss Imogen Armitage squints her eyes at the superintendent.
“Yes, indeed, blood orange. A fantastic colour if I ever saw one. Why do you ask Superintendent? If you wish I can get you a tin or two. But I must warn you, I don’t like delayed payment, it upsets me and I can’t eat and when I don’t eat I get angry.”
Miss Armitage runs her claws down the front of the superintendent’s black double-breasted jacket.
“And you won’t like me when I’m angry!”
Cyril quickly places his hat back on his bonce and makes his way towards the front door.
“I will get back to you on a date for the job and the colours I require, and I thank you for your time Miss Armitage.”
Superintendent Cyril Choppybottom leaves the house closing the front door behind himself then collects his hanky from his top pocket to wipe his brow while quietly saying to himself, “I knew she had a temper. All sphynxes have a temper!”

To be continued…


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