An Inspector Calls

Bill Manhire

We tiptoed into the house.
The neighbourhood was quiet as a mouse.

I felt very on edge. The money
was in the oven, not the fridge.


I glanced at the note on the piano.
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh.


There’s always a point at which a routine enquiry
turns into something else entirely.

I had to shoulder my way in.
The bathtub was simply full of the victim.