Ingles

The perfect crime

A
lice Jackson’s husband, Henry, was a man of habit. So, it was that at exactly six o’clock in the evening she was in the kitchen getting a beer for him out of the fridge andwatching him coming in.

She was smiling. Today the routine was going to be different. It was their tenth wedding anniversary, and some friends were coming round for drinks at 8.00. There was a bigice statue of a couple kissing in the middle of the table in the living room, with twenty glasses waiting for their friends to come and celebrate. Alice was really anxious for this evening.

She wasvery happy. She had a beautiful baby sleeping upstairs, a lovely home , and a husband who she adored.

Henry opened the door and came into the kitchen. She turned round to kiss him and give him abeer.

“Sit down”, Henry said. “I’ve got something to say”. Alice had no idea that in the next two minutes all her life was going to change.

“I’m sorry”, he said. “I know it’s our anniversary, but theproblem is that Kathy and I are in love. Our baby won’t miss me, he’s only a baby”.

She couldn’t believe it, it was like a bad dream.

“I’ll get ready for the party”, she said.

She walked into theliving room. When she returned, Henry was standing with his back to her, drinking his beer. She was carrying something heavy. He turned round. “What…?”. These were Henry Jackson’s last words.His wife hit him over the head.

At first he didn’t move, then he fell to the floor.

Suddenly, Alice began to think very clearly. She took the ice statue back to the living room, and phoned thepolice. Then she turned up the central heating, and went upstairs to put on some make-up.

The police came quickly. “Is he all right?” she asked. “He’s dead”.

Alice screamed: “No, not Henry! My Henry!Oh Henry”. With tears in her eyes she told how she put the baby to bed, and came downstairs to find Henry on the kitchen floor.

“Burglars, it was a robbery”, said detective Parry.

They took Alice...