My name is Alastair Pickering If you
haven’t heard of me, which would be a surprise, I’m a consulting detective
based in London. When Scotland Yard can’t solve a case, they give it to me,
which is very often. But this particular case pushed me to my mental and
physical extremes. I call this one The Wicked Wife.

It was at the beginning of August 1895 when I returned home from a murder of a
farmer at Yorkshire, I found myself looking through old cases in a desperate
attempt to solve an unsolvable case from my past. As I was in deep focus, Detective
Inspector Hales knocks on the door, to tell me about a case that all of
Scotland Yard feared. Fear is wisdom in the face of danger and is nothing to be
embarrassed about I exclaimed as he continued on with hesitation. As he when on
about an incident that happened early the day before, with a woman dressed in a
bridal gown shooting at civilians walking past her balcony with two revolvers
yelling ‘YOU’ to every male and a face described as white as death and a mouth
like a crimson wound. Then she blew her own brains out. Her name was Amelia
Spinelli and it was her wedding anniversary the day before. But that wasn’t the
end of Amelia, hours later at the Delma theatre Fredrick Spinelli was on his
way to the morgue to identify his wife. But he was saved the trip when Amelia
hoped out of a carriage with a shotgun aimed at Fredrick singing their wedding
song ‘do not forget me…’ as she
shoots him twice in the chest and walks into the fog and disappears. When I
went to the morgue there she was dead but chained up by some idiot who thinks
that a dead woman with half her head off killed her husband. But she had blood
on her hands, which weren’t there before the murder and writing on the wall,
which spelt ‘YOU’ in blood. Gun in the mouth, bullet through the brain, back of
the head blown clean off, how could she survive? I was in deep waters but I
knew I had to go deeper still.

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I was not till several months later that I
was to pick up the threads of this strange case again, and then under very
unexpected circumstances. As I was studying the ability of the implicit D.I Hales
distracted me with 5 identical murders with 5 men dead with ‘YOU’ written on
the wall at each murder. Hales thought it was the Wife but it was obvious. “It
is perfectly simple, the incident of Amelia Spinetti from beyond the grave has
been widely reported in the popular press now people are discussing there own
little dull murders as the work of a ghost to trick the impossibly imbecilic
Scotland Yard, case solved” I tolled him. My cousin who is head of Special
Forces, Charles put me on a case involving an ever-growing threat that we must
lose to. Though it is complicated it was for the greater good.

 

Only a couple days after the incidents I
received a telegram from an unknown source saying where the heart of the
conspiracy lies. It was said to be at a sanctified church in the country. As I
when into the church which was made of mostly stone, I made my way down to old
tunnel where I found people chanting and wearing purple outfits while walking
slowly in a line into there meeting place. At first impressions I deduced that
these people where involved in the Amelia Spinelli case. That was when I drew
their attention by hitting a gong, and that was when I figured it all out.
Misses Spinelli gets everyone’s attention in a very efficient fashion, she
places one of the revolvers in her mouth while actually firing the other into
the ground, an accomplice sprays the curtain with blood, and thus an apparent
suicide is witnessed by the frightened crowd below. A substitute corpse bearing
a strong resemblance to misses Spinelli takes her place and is then transported
to the morgue. A grubby little suicide of little interest to Scotland Yard,
mean while the real misses Spinelli slips away. Now comes the really clever
part misses Spinelli persuaded a cap driver someone who knew her, to intercept
mister Spinelli’s outside his favorite opium den, a perfect stage for a perfect
drama. Then a confirmed identification then you have a ghost from the dead.
There was only one thing left to do. All that remained was to substitute misses
Spinelli with the corpse in the morgue. So if anyone was to identify her it
would be a positively absolutely her. She did this because every great cause
has a martyrs, and every great war has suicide missions, and make no mistake
this is war, one half of the human race at war with the other.

 

They are the invisible army hovering at our
elbows, which are tending to our homes, raising our children. Ignored,
patronized and disregarded not allowed so much as a vote. An army non-the-less
to put right to injustice as old has humanity itself. So now you see Charles
was right this is a war we must loose.