Detectives

'No bird, no pictures,' I said.

'You see, Ms Backhose,'

'Backhouse,' I interjected, but the Ms had lost its affectation. Goal to me I think.

'Quite so. Whatever. Mrs Gormley-Stuart, has made a complaint to the police, that persons unknown, tampered with her gate, causing it not to open, and her to have a crash. These are very serious allegations, and after a quick forensic investigation, it seems it will be difficult to assuage her fears. Wire of some sort was used to hold the non-hinge end of the gate to the pillar -  some heavy gauge wire, we think, as it is a powerful motor needed to slide back a ton of gate. We haven’t found the wire, so someone must have been quick to remove it after the evil deed.'

He paused as if exhausted by his deductions.

'Why are you telling me this?'

'You were there, within seconds.'

'Your chums were there within minutes. Would I have been able to find the wire among the rubble and remove it bef