Murder At Midnight

large head and a receding hairline. He had a gloomydemeanour and reminded me of an ill-natured horse. They appeared to have an importantannouncement and we were all summoned to the lounge to hear themout.
The DPOcoughed painfully and lit his cigarette, eyeing us suspiciously asif we were responsible for his pains. “Wahimda was not poisoned.We’ve established that now from the lab result obtained from theHealth Plus Hospital. She had a condition called Toxic Shocksyndrome. There was no rat poison in the hot chocolate. Now, I needto know who started the rumour about rat poison in thechocolate.”
Westared at one another in surprise and I sensed a palpable sense ofrelief.
“I’m an extremely busy man anddo not enjoy such wild goose chases. Why would anyone conclude thatthe young lady was poisoned, just because she had stomach crampswhile sipping chocolate?”
“What is Toxic Shock Syndrome?”I asked the DPO.
He stared at me speculatively,as he would a fly in his coffee. “I’m not a medical doctor, Mr. Simpson.” And that wasall he was willing to say about it.
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