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"Good, then we're getting somewhere. And did he have any enemies that you knew of? Anyone that wished him harm?"
January 7, 2026 at 11:56 PM
"Good, then we're getting somewhere. And did he have any enemies that you knew of? Anyone that wished him harm?"
Did Peter Saunders ever appear suicidal to you? Did he have any good reason, as far as you knew or heard anyone discussing, to kill himself?
I've considered the angle of his sexuality being outed, but I can't find any evidence it was going to be. Unless you know otherwise...?"
I've considered the angle of his sexuality being outed, but I can't find any evidence it was going to be. Unless you know otherwise...?"
January 7, 2026 at 5:26 PM
Did Peter Saunders ever appear suicidal to you? Did he have any good reason, as far as you knew or heard anyone discussing, to kill himself?
I've considered the angle of his sexuality being outed, but I can't find any evidence it was going to be. Unless you know otherwise...?"
I've considered the angle of his sexuality being outed, but I can't find any evidence it was going to be. Unless you know otherwise...?"
But it will all be in the name of truth. *That* is what Peter deserves. It's what he fought for, don't you think? Truth? That a man could truly say that he loved another man?"
He shifted. "So, let me ask you a question, and I want you to answer it honestly, not for me, for *Peter*:
He shifted. "So, let me ask you a question, and I want you to answer it honestly, not for me, for *Peter*:
January 7, 2026 at 5:26 PM
But it will all be in the name of truth. *That* is what Peter deserves. It's what he fought for, don't you think? Truth? That a man could truly say that he loved another man?"
He shifted. "So, let me ask you a question, and I want you to answer it honestly, not for me, for *Peter*:
He shifted. "So, let me ask you a question, and I want you to answer it honestly, not for me, for *Peter*:
about the case, and again, with good reason. But I can hardly make sure that justice is done if I can't see the crime, can I? Someone is going to have to start talking. That won't be pleasant. Things will come out that Peter would have preferred to stay unknown, not least his sexuality.
January 7, 2026 at 5:26 PM
about the case, and again, with good reason. But I can hardly make sure that justice is done if I can't see the crime, can I? Someone is going to have to start talking. That won't be pleasant. Things will come out that Peter would have preferred to stay unknown, not least his sexuality.
happen to the man, he deserves to have justice, don't you think? A kind, warm gentleman like that, who stood up for his beliefs, who included everybody, taken before his time? Those kinds of beliefs can get someone *killed*. I needn't explain that to you. Everyone I've spoken to has been very cagey
January 7, 2026 at 5:26 PM
happen to the man, he deserves to have justice, don't you think? A kind, warm gentleman like that, who stood up for his beliefs, who included everybody, taken before his time? Those kinds of beliefs can get someone *killed*. I needn't explain that to you. Everyone I've spoken to has been very cagey
"Sam, forgive me for being frank. I'd love to beat around the bush, I'm paid by the hour, but I think for everyone's sakes we need to confront the truth face on: Peter Saunders is dead. Well and truly, dead and gone. I wouldn't be here otherwise. And if something strange *did*
January 7, 2026 at 5:26 PM
"Sam, forgive me for being frank. I'd love to beat around the bush, I'm paid by the hour, but I think for everyone's sakes we need to confront the truth face on: Peter Saunders is dead. Well and truly, dead and gone. I wouldn't be here otherwise. And if something strange *did*
all those little stones go rippling across the stream and come tumbling down on us, and then it's goodnight, Vienna...."
Rathore did not know if he had said this for himself or Sam. It certainly wasn't helping the man.
Rathore did not know if he had said this for himself or Sam. It certainly wasn't helping the man.
January 7, 2026 at 5:26 PM
all those little stones go rippling across the stream and come tumbling down on us, and then it's goodnight, Vienna...."
Rathore did not know if he had said this for himself or Sam. It certainly wasn't helping the man.
Rathore did not know if he had said this for himself or Sam. It certainly wasn't helping the man.
Not a *bad* analogy, I suppose. Most of us caught grappling in the dark, the scum at the top... But importantly, it's all very delicate. We create motion and currents which go on to trawl the whole pond, well beyond our scope of comprehension. And sometimes, fate decides to go skimming;
January 7, 2026 at 5:26 PM
Not a *bad* analogy, I suppose. Most of us caught grappling in the dark, the scum at the top... But importantly, it's all very delicate. We create motion and currents which go on to trawl the whole pond, well beyond our scope of comprehension. And sometimes, fate decides to go skimming;
"It's normal to be shocked," Rathore said. "It *is* a big shock. I suppose we forget that, those of us in the dying business. People don't appreciate the... Brevity of life. Hm, you know, I knew a philosopher once. He was a terrible bore, but he once described life like a pond.
January 7, 2026 at 5:26 PM
"It's normal to be shocked," Rathore said. "It *is* a big shock. I suppose we forget that, those of us in the dying business. People don't appreciate the... Brevity of life. Hm, you know, I knew a philosopher once. He was a terrible bore, but he once described life like a pond.
"What was he like? Your Peter? Everyone I've spoken to has nothing but good things to say about him."
January 7, 2026 at 1:12 AM
"What was he like? Your Peter? Everyone I've spoken to has nothing but good things to say about him."
After a few minutes (presumably in which he was finishing his cigarette) Rathore joined him, standing to the side of him He said nothing for a while, arms folded, head bowed, looking at the waste across from them.
He left it for as long as he felt Samson needed, before speaking.
He left it for as long as he felt Samson needed, before speaking.
January 7, 2026 at 1:12 AM
After a few minutes (presumably in which he was finishing his cigarette) Rathore joined him, standing to the side of him He said nothing for a while, arms folded, head bowed, looking at the waste across from them.
He left it for as long as he felt Samson needed, before speaking.
He left it for as long as he felt Samson needed, before speaking.
He lit another cigarette. "Why don't you tell me everything you know about the man, and pour us both another brandy?"
This time, Rathore offered Samson a cigarette.
This time, Rathore offered Samson a cigarette.
January 4, 2026 at 3:33 AM
He lit another cigarette. "Why don't you tell me everything you know about the man, and pour us both another brandy?"
This time, Rathore offered Samson a cigarette.
This time, Rathore offered Samson a cigarette.
pardon the expression. You wouldn't have heard about it; his parents are keeping the whole thing very quiet. I've been hired to investigate Peter's actions, explore his old haunts, see if there's anything that might suggest foul play. Now..."
January 4, 2026 at 3:33 AM
pardon the expression. You wouldn't have heard about it; his parents are keeping the whole thing very quiet. I've been hired to investigate Peter's actions, explore his old haunts, see if there's anything that might suggest foul play. Now..."
open-and-shut case of suicide. An altar boy turned flagrant homosexual unable to live with the guilt of his inclinations. His parents, however, Lionel and Clarissa Saunders, believe otherwise. About the suicide, that is, not his homosexuality. I'm afraid that's all, uh, come out now, if you'll
January 4, 2026 at 3:33 AM
open-and-shut case of suicide. An altar boy turned flagrant homosexual unable to live with the guilt of his inclinations. His parents, however, Lionel and Clarissa Saunders, believe otherwise. About the suicide, that is, not his homosexuality. I'm afraid that's all, uh, come out now, if you'll
"You know him, then?" Rathore's glance was no less piercing, no more considerate of his concern. He'd seen it all before.
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Samson, but Mr. Saunders was found dead three days ago. He hanged himself on Tuesday evening. According to the police, it's an
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Samson, but Mr. Saunders was found dead three days ago. He hanged himself on Tuesday evening. According to the police, it's an
January 4, 2026 at 3:33 AM
"You know him, then?" Rathore's glance was no less piercing, no more considerate of his concern. He'd seen it all before.
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Samson, but Mr. Saunders was found dead three days ago. He hanged himself on Tuesday evening. According to the police, it's an
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Samson, but Mr. Saunders was found dead three days ago. He hanged himself on Tuesday evening. According to the police, it's an
Does the name Peter Saunders mean anything to you? Aged 33, 180cm tall, blonde, well-off, had a bit of a lisp? I've got a picture of him on me, somewhere."
January 3, 2026 at 12:35 AM
Does the name Peter Saunders mean anything to you? Aged 33, 180cm tall, blonde, well-off, had a bit of a lisp? I've got a picture of him on me, somewhere."
it's no concern of *mine* who is or is not a homosexual. Actually, in my experience, the ones who cry 'queer!' loudest are usually the most flagrant behind closed doors. I'm here on a case, and that's all. Since you're so insistent on getting involved, perhaps you might help.
January 3, 2026 at 12:35 AM
it's no concern of *mine* who is or is not a homosexual. Actually, in my experience, the ones who cry 'queer!' loudest are usually the most flagrant behind closed doors. I'm here on a case, and that's all. Since you're so insistent on getting involved, perhaps you might help.
Rathore closed his notebook and took a small business card out of his breast pocket as Samson spoke, letting the man finish with a face of impatience. "I'm a Detective. A Private Detective, as it happens," he said, tossing his card across the surface.
"I've already told you, *Samson*,
"I've already told you, *Samson*,
January 3, 2026 at 12:35 AM
Rathore closed his notebook and took a small business card out of his breast pocket as Samson spoke, letting the man finish with a face of impatience. "I'm a Detective. A Private Detective, as it happens," he said, tossing his card across the surface.
"I've already told you, *Samson*,
"I've already told you, *Samson*,
take notes on the bar.
January 2, 2026 at 10:27 PM
take notes on the bar.
(with all the loaded implications of the erm) made you dizzy. Sketches of private lives. Wasn't that the whole job?
Rathore observed and gave little response, finishing his drink and leaving it next to his hat on the bar. After a while he took out a notepad and pen from his jacket and began to
Rathore observed and gave little response, finishing his drink and leaving it next to his hat on the bar. After a while he took out a notepad and pen from his jacket and began to
January 2, 2026 at 10:27 PM
(with all the loaded implications of the erm) made you dizzy. Sketches of private lives. Wasn't that the whole job?
Rathore observed and gave little response, finishing his drink and leaving it next to his hat on the bar. After a while he took out a notepad and pen from his jacket and began to
Rathore observed and gave little response, finishing his drink and leaving it next to his hat on the bar. After a while he took out a notepad and pen from his jacket and began to
They were deers caught in the terrible and damning limelight of love, all of them, even the old ones, who had seen it all. The Carousel was a fitting name; everyone was coming and going, their highs and lows on show for all the world to see, and you were following them. And getting off
January 2, 2026 at 10:27 PM
They were deers caught in the terrible and damning limelight of love, all of them, even the old ones, who had seen it all. The Carousel was a fitting name; everyone was coming and going, their highs and lows on show for all the world to see, and you were following them. And getting off
When Sam was gone Rathore turned sideways to look at the men going about the Carousel, passing in and out of tables, leaning in and sharing words or guarded affections, hands lingering on shoulders, hot breath in ears, eyes catching each other, smiles caught and bagged.
January 2, 2026 at 10:27 PM
When Sam was gone Rathore turned sideways to look at the men going about the Carousel, passing in and out of tables, leaning in and sharing words or guarded affections, hands lingering on shoulders, hot breath in ears, eyes catching each other, smiles caught and bagged.
you know. Give the pianist a break, get something else in here. Perhaps, even, something people born this century might recognise. Or has the Jazz Age somehow managed to pass over this particular funfair?"
He stubbed out his cigarette. "I believe your services are needed over there, 'Samson'."
He stubbed out his cigarette. "I believe your services are needed over there, 'Samson'."
January 2, 2026 at 8:23 PM
you know. Give the pianist a break, get something else in here. Perhaps, even, something people born this century might recognise. Or has the Jazz Age somehow managed to pass over this particular funfair?"
He stubbed out his cigarette. "I believe your services are needed over there, 'Samson'."
He stubbed out his cigarette. "I believe your services are needed over there, 'Samson'."
Rathore wasn't impressed, to put it lightly. He took some loose change out of his pockets and handed it over to Sam. "Relax, I've got nothing against you. The music's terrible, that's all. And you could do with more ash trays, while you're at it.
There's nothing wrong with a bit of *class*,
There's nothing wrong with a bit of *class*,
January 2, 2026 at 8:23 PM
Rathore wasn't impressed, to put it lightly. He took some loose change out of his pockets and handed it over to Sam. "Relax, I've got nothing against you. The music's terrible, that's all. And you could do with more ash trays, while you're at it.
There's nothing wrong with a bit of *class*,
There's nothing wrong with a bit of *class*,
'No, you haven't. It's not my crowd,' the man said simply.
He leaned forward, then, eyes matching Sam's with a squint, lips curled into a smirk. 'Have you worked here long? I suppose in a place like this you must see an awful lot. And pay close attention, too, to notice a new face.'
He leaned forward, then, eyes matching Sam's with a squint, lips curled into a smirk. 'Have you worked here long? I suppose in a place like this you must see an awful lot. And pay close attention, too, to notice a new face.'
January 2, 2026 at 4:21 PM
'No, you haven't. It's not my crowd,' the man said simply.
He leaned forward, then, eyes matching Sam's with a squint, lips curled into a smirk. 'Have you worked here long? I suppose in a place like this you must see an awful lot. And pay close attention, too, to notice a new face.'
He leaned forward, then, eyes matching Sam's with a squint, lips curled into a smirk. 'Have you worked here long? I suppose in a place like this you must see an awful lot. And pay close attention, too, to notice a new face.'