THE MITRE MURDER MYSTERY - PART 3 (BIG MAC)
Old Pa Bumfold pushed the door of the Swan open and surveyed the crowded bar. His red eyes darted about the smoke filled premises as he searched for the familiar bulk of Big Mac.
Big Mac had been an associate of Bumfold's for many years, and having first met him in Wormwood Scrubs whilst doing a five year stretch for bigamy and possession of forged petrol coupons, had become a firm friend.
Big Mac had been serving three years for G.B.H and took a shine to the much older Bumfold, due to his ability to make him laugh when they shared a cell. In particular, Big Mac was particularly amused the way he described the mad antics of his debauched alcoholic wife back at the Mitre, and the way she would back flip her way across the bar floor wearing no underwear and smoking a roll-up.
Pa Bumfold moved towards the lonely figure of Big Mac who was seated at the end of the bar, quietly watching the radio as it played family favorites. He gingerly placed his withered hand on the monstrous shoulder of his compatriot and pulled up a stool beside him. Big Mac slowly twisted in his seat and acknowledged Bumfold by raising his hand and pointing towards the barman. After buying Big Mac a pint, they began discussing the weather and the lack of snow for the time of year.
However, Big Mac soon tired of this chit chat and moving forward to within an inch of Bumfold's face retorted" Dr Doyle has been in touch. I know you need the Crimson Wiener. But you can forget it...I'm not getting involved.".
To be continued......
Old Pa Bumfold pushed the door of the Swan open and surveyed the crowded bar. His red eyes darted about the smoke filled premises as he searched for the familiar bulk of Big Mac.Big Mac had been an associate of Bumfold's for many years, and having first met him in Wormwood Scrubs whilst doing a five year stretch for bigamy and possession of forged petrol coupons, had become a firm friend.
Big Mac had been serving three years for G.B.H and took a shine to the much older Bumfold, due to his ability to make him laugh when they shared a cell. In particular, Big Mac was particularly amused the way he described the mad antics of his debauched alcoholic wife back at the Mitre, and the way she would back flip her way across the bar floor wearing no underwear and smoking a roll-up.
Pa Bumfold moved towards the lonely figure of Big Mac who was seated at the end of the bar, quietly watching the radio as it played family favorites. He gingerly placed his withered hand on the monstrous shoulder of his compatriot and pulled up a stool beside him. Big Mac slowly twisted in his seat and acknowledged Bumfold by raising his hand and pointing towards the barman. After buying Big Mac a pint, they began discussing the weather and the lack of snow for the time of year.
However, Big Mac soon tired of this chit chat and moving forward to within an inch of Bumfold's face retorted" Dr Doyle has been in touch. I know you need the Crimson Wiener. But you can forget it...I'm not getting involved.".
To be continued......
