"Bad night constable?" asked the inspector.
"Not too bad sir" came the reply "Although those doors with the fitted hinges are a devil to fit, and the handles were the wrong ones..".
"What do you want?" The inspector did not fancy another drawn out description of DIY.
"There's a chap at the front desk who wants to see you. Swedish bloke. Says he knows something about the recent deaths."
"Oh well, send him in."
Lars Swedishname was a small, nervous man with a package under his arm. As he spoke he looked constantly around, as if he expected something to jump out from the shadows at any moment.
"I know what is causing the killings" he said breathlessly as he sat down, clutching the package to his chest. "Something terrible, something evil. And I have in my possession the only thing that can stop it".
"And what would that be sir?" asked the inspector smoothly. He knew from experience that the best thing to do with these types was to humour them.
The little man indicated the package he held and leaned forward towards the inspector.
"The Blessed Electric Pencil Sharpener of Salvation" he whispered.
(to be continued)