Creative Writing: The Murder On Thurloe Street

The Murder on Thurloe Street

Getting rich was the last thing on our minds. Two years ago on February 26, 1867, I visited London, England with my associate, John Baker. We were there for business, but not the kind of business that you may think of. John Baker and I were in London to solve a murder mystery.

“John Baker and Clyde Cook, the finest detective team in Europe!” William Smith was a portly man who wore a chestnut overcoat, an ashen top hat, and boots. William Smith is the head detective at the agency and had been for quite some time now. “There has been a murder at the bakery on Thurloe Street. A thirty seven year old man was found early this morning on the floor behind the counter. His name was Charles Griffin, we think the cause of death is asphyxiation.The police plan to give you 500 pounds if you can crack this one. A hansom cab is outside waiting for you. It will take you to the scene of the crime. Good day to you both!” John and I walked out into the crowded streets of London and peered into the streets. At the corner of the street the hansom cab was waiting for us at the corner. We weaved through the cramped sidewalk and hopped into the cab.

Haven’t had one of those in quite some time. 500 pounds, that’s quite a bit of money.”, John declared this whilst pushing his auburn hair back out of his cobalt eyes. John is a tall man, which meant he often times has to hunch over to some extent in cabs. I on the other hand am average height for my age. “It is indeed.”, I agreed as we pulled up to the bakery. It was a modest bakery with a few tables and chairs outside. The inside was pretty with a glass case full of pastries that were every size, shape, and color. On the other side of the shop, there were a few scattered sets of tables and