I was completely bemused, I had difficulty getting my head around what he had said.
‘Inspector I am totally fascinated, no one could have read my stories here, unless you count Walter’ I smiled as I said this and looked at Walter curled up asleep on his lap ‘and I don’t thin he is up to it, do you?. As for the Publishing House, well I find that very unlikely, but one never knows’ I finished rather lamely.
No one did know what happened when the manuscript arrived at the Publishers. My agent usually took care of all that, and Pat, my agent, I have known since I started writing ten years ago. Besides, what kind of crimes was the Inspector talking about?
‘Inspector, which crimes exactly as they copying?’ I asked
‘Well’ he started ‘In "the case of of Intrusion! the crime, the murder, and th suspect when it came down to it, were all identical to the story you had written, down to the finest detail’
he watched me closely as he spoke, I felt a bit unnerved.
‘Did you catch the suspect?’ I asked.
‘Oh yes, indeed, and if we had had your book we would have caught him a whole lot sooner’ said the Inspector
‘What are you saying Inspector? That I know in advance what crimes are going to be committed?’ I could feel the blood draining from my face, could this be an explanation for my ‘dreams’? I shivered involuntarily, Could the things I had ‘seen’ have really happened? I felt nauseous thinking about them.
‘well it would help if you could tell me where you get your information from’ the Inspector was watching me keenly, obviously the whitening of my face had not gone unnoticed by him.
‘Inspector, I don’t know. I just ‘feel’ it, if you like, I feel compelled to sit down and type it, I don’t know where it comes from’. I felt bewildered, my ‘gift’ was turning into a nightmare.
‘Are you sure they are exactly the same as the crimes I have written about’ I tried very hard to keep the tremor from my voice.
‘When I noticed the similarities between my wife’s recollections of your stories, and my cases. |I read your books myself, very enjoyable they were too, if I may say so’. he said smiling at me.
I nodded my head in acknowledgement of the compliment as he went on ‘and sure enough, they were exactly the same, you even had the same name places.’
I looked down at my shaking hands in my lap, what did it mean? I thought I had been making the stories up, had I not been? had it been fact and not fiction I had written?
‘Inspector, I am writing another novel at the moment, would you like to see it? It isn’t finished, it isn’t even edited, but you can see it if you would like to…..’ I broke off, almost afraid of what he would find if he did look at it.
‘Would you mind Emilia? It could be invaluable’ he almost spluttered in his eagerness and quite disturbed Walter.