A twist of fate
A blue Ford Sedan car was parked in the marine drive near the beach.
It was three in the afternoon. The lovers in it were in the world of
their own, chatting, cuddling and kissing each other totally oblivious
to the environment. The front door of the car opened and out came a
youth dressed in a blue denim, T-shirt and sporting a big-beaded
necklace. He was in his early thirties.
His fiancee had suddenly developed breathing problem and collapsed on
the steering wheel, and no matter however much he attempted to revive
her, her head rested on the steering wheel and she no longer moved.
The youth seemed excited and thought that he was in for trouble. He
thought that his fiancee has passed away. He looked around here and
there and slowly closed the door without banging. He thought that he
would be framed for murder, which he did not commit. He walked away
hastily, thinking that he could sweep the tragedy under the carpet.
He broke the news to his mother. “Mummy, a very unfortunate thing
“What's that Jib?”
“My girlfriend collapsed suddenly. She didn't talk after that. I
think something serious happened, may be she died.”
“What? She died?”
His mother's eyes goggled in surprise.
“Did you have any fight with her?”
“Not at all, mummy; she suddenly began to pant non-stop and
“So you didn't report the matter to the police?”
“If I go to the police, it will create a problem to me. They might
think I murdered her.”
“Nobody was around at that time?” Mother queried.
“Thank God, not a single soul. Nobody saw me coming from the car. So
I'll pretend I don't know anything about it.”
“What if the police come here?”
“How can the police trace me, when nobody has seen me?”
An urchin strolling on the beach spotted the girl slumped on the
steering wheel and bleeding from the nose. He had informed the people in
the vicinity and they reported the matter to the police.
The police visited the scene of the tragedy after two hours. They
collected a few items from the car-documents of the car, her handbag
which contained her make-up kit and a diary. The girl was already dead
and her body was sent to hospital.
The parking area of the car was cordoned off and sleuths began to
investigate the car for finger prints and strands of hair that would
help them solve the mystery murder. The parents of the dead girl came to
know of the beach tragedy from the radio news broadcast in the the
On the following day a team of sleuths visited the dead girl's
residence. She was in her early twenties, pretty, fair and brownish
black name Mr.......?”
“Where did your daughter Doreen Catherin go yesterday?”
“To the beach with her boyfriend”.
His face was masked in sorrow.
“What time it was, Mr. Jacob?”
“She left home by car about 2 p.m.”
“What's the boyfriend's name?”
“Jib Davidson but she calls him Jibby.”
“Did he come here yesterday?”
“So your daughter went to pick him up?” The sleuth queried.
“Hasn't he visited here?”
“He used to visit here but these days he hasn't come here” Mrs. Jennifer
She was in tears. “Why? Any misunderstanding?”
“No inspector, nothing like that.”
“How long is their relationship?”
The sleuth asked.
“About six months.” Jacob replied.
“So during this period any misunderstanding or quarrel?”
“Who will not quarrel, inspector? That's part of love”
“Have you both visited his place?”
“Do you know his place?”
“He stays somewhere in Havelock Town but we don't know exactly.”
“Ten days elapsed after the incident and Jib Davidson was happy that
the matter had settled down. He told his parents that he had made the
wise decision by not reporting Doreen's death to the police. A fortnight
after the beach tragedy, there was a loud tap on the front door of Jib
Davidson's house. It was about ten in the night. The father opened the
door and met a posse of policemen.
“Is this Jib Davidson's house?” A sleuth asked. He was a tall person
of corpulent build and moustached.
“Yes, inspector. He is my son.”
“I'm Freddie Davidson. What's the problem?”
“We want to question your son in connection with Miss Doreen's
death”. Both Freddie Davidson and his wife pretended surprise. “Death?
When was that? We know nothing about it.”
Freddie and his wife eyed each other; the sleuth could see the
pretence through the facade of their ignorance. Then they summoned Jib
Davidson to the verandah where the sleuths were seated. “you're Jib
Davidson, aren't you “A sleuth asked and Jib shook his head in
“Do you know Dorean Catherin?”
“I don't know”
“You've never met her?” “Never”, “You're Doreen Catherin's boy
friend”. “I don't know anyone by that name.” “Look here, Jib, don't play
the fool with the police. Tell the truth.” The sleuth warned.
“I'm telling you the truth, inspector.” “Where were you on Tuesday
before last, the day she died?” I was at home.”
“Don't lie. We have evidence to implicate you in her murder.” Then
the sleuth told that Jib Davidson's address, telephone number and the
short name ‘Jibby’ are in Doreen's diary.
“How did your telephone number and address go into her diary, if you
don't know her?”
Jib Davidson remained silent. The inspector had eye contact with him.
“Do you still say you don't know Doreen Catherin?”
“Just because my telephone number and address are in her diary, you
say I killed her.”
“You're a suspect in this case. We found out from the Telecom that
you and Doreen have given telephone calls to each other. And you're
Davidson was taken into custody for finger prints and further
investigation. The parents were crestfallen and blamed their son for
concealing the truth. Jib's finger prints tallied with those found in
the car and on her body; stands of hair found in the car and those found
on her body matched with his hair. He was indicted with the murder of
Doreen Catherin and arraigned before court.
The death sentence was imposed on him and within the next three
months he would be executed. Day in and day out, Jib wracked his brain
to prove that he was not responsible for Doreen;s death. He spent
sleepless nights and regretted for concealing the whole episode.
However, much he thought of a way out, he came to his wit's end. So
he resigned to the fate of dark and gloomy days in the death row to face
the gallows as destiny has decided.
One day after a month, he remembered Dr. Dilshan Aponso, the
cardiologist, to whose clinic he has taken his mother for consultation.
It was about seven months ago. There he happened to six next to Doreen
who had come with her mother. Whenever, a patient came out of the
consulting room the seat at the head of the queue became vacant and
every patient had to move forward to the immediate vacant seat.
Doreen had unknowingly dropped her medical record papers and was
looking here and there, searching for the papers. Jib had already
retrieved them from the floor and handed them over to Doreen. That was
how he had met her for the first time and later they exchanged their
telephone numbers. In fact he and his mother were given a lift home in
the same blue Ford Sedan car. He drifted into a reverie. “My mum has a
problem in her heart; we always consult Dr. Dilshan Aponso.
“Even my mummy is having a problem. This is our second visit here.”
Jib replied. “If you have time you can visit my house” Doreen said. When
Jib rang her after ten days, Doreen's mother had told him that she had
travelled outstation. When he asked for her contact number, she had told
him to ring her in another two weeks. This particular incident gave a
brainwave to Jib, and he immediately got in touch with his father
through the prison officers; then he requested him to get the
particulars of Doreen and her mother who had been frequent visitors to
the cardiologist clinic. Freddie Davidson was assigned a police
inspector to visit Dr. Dilshan Aponso's clinic. At the clinic he got a
bombshell in his life. The doctor told him that his patient was not Mrs.
Jennifer Jacob but her daughter Doreen Catherin. “So doctor, Doreen
Catherin was a heart patient?” Questioned Freddie Davidson.
“Yes, yes, she had a hole in her heart. Several specialists examined
her and had said she would not survive more than six months. Armed with
the specialist's report on Doreen Catherin's health condition, Freddie
Davidson appealed against his son's sentence. The case came before the
The prosecuting counsel questioned Jib Davidson. “Do you admit you
told lies in the court?” “Yes.” “You know Doreen Catherin but you said
you didn't know her.”
“Yes, I told that.”
“Why did you tell lies in the court?” “Because I thought I'll get
“Now you're telling that you know Doreen Catherin?”
“And you were in the car when she died “Yes.”
“Your fingerprints were on her body. And still you say you didn't
strangle her to death?”
“Yes, I say that.” At this stage the defence counsel made his
submission. “Your Honour, my client had an affair with Doreen Catherin
but didn't know that she was a heart patient.”
The prosecuting counsel got up. “Your Honour, even if she was a heart
patient, that doesn't free the accuse from the guilt of the crime.”
Thereafter, the defence counsel submitted the specialist doctors’
report on Doreen Catherin. The judge read the report. “Doreen Catherin
was suffering from an acute heart problem. The hole in the heart has
enlarged, panting and difficulty in breathing may occur anytime.
Survival is difficult.” On the basis of this medical report, the accused
is not guilty of Doreen Catherin's death. I revoke the death sentence
and acquit him”. The appeal judge pronounced the judgement.”