The Third Person (Chapter:1)
It's heavy rainfall outside. I'm sitting on my chair and writing something. I'm telling something but it's more than something. My name is Alan Stark. I'm a respected police inspector in Delhi. I'm telling respected because I solved many cases with my brother. My brother is a famous spy. Not only spy, he did PhD in Physics. But he indulged himself in social works and now he decided to solve cases with me. I'm writing about my last case and he solved it in a dramatic way. Here I'm giving the details of the case.
It was last Sunday. 50 km from my residence in a farm house, the famous businessman Mr. Rockwood was murdered in his room. He was British but for profession he lived here. But the matter was his neighbour Mr. Harilal heard something. Well, after making out all incident I went to my brother,Alex Stark. Sorry for not telling before. He did PhD from Cambridge University and took a name like British. As someone made fun of his Indian name, he ought to take another one. So, he eliminated his paternal title and became acquainted with a new name. Even my real name is Vairav but my brother gave me a new name, Alan. He likes that name. I've no objection in it, I also like the name.. So, when I...
It was last Sunday. 50 km from my residence in a farm house, the famous businessman Mr. Rockwood was murdered in his room. He was British but for profession he lived here. But the matter was his neighbour Mr. Harilal heard something. Well, after making out all incident I went to my brother,Alex Stark. Sorry for not telling before. He did PhD from Cambridge University and took a name like British. As someone made fun of his Indian name, he ought to take another one. So, he eliminated his paternal title and became acquainted with a new name. Even my real name is Vairav but my brother gave me a new name, Alan. He likes that name. I've no objection in it, I also like the name.. So, when I...