"Drowned? Drowned, you say""Yes, inspector, we found 'im lyin' there dead. Blue as one of 'em Blue Men from Las Vegas, over in the colonies."
"And since it hasn't rained for a fortnight and the swimming pool is bone dry, how do you suppose he drowned?"
"Well, see, inspector, we figures he was held down on his back and water was poured into his mouth while his nose was held until . . well, until he drowned."
"And the water came from where? I don't see a hose anywhere."
"Inspector, we suspect they used that 'ere waterin' can."
"Ah, I see. And this happened when?"
"The fellow was seen at his pub last night at closin' time so it was after that."
"Yes, and the pub closed at an hour before midnight and it is now half past eight in the morning. So it was within the last 8 hours, correct?"
"That's right, inspector. Pretty smart of us to figger it out, wa'nt it?"
"Except for one thing, Dee-tect-ive."
"What's 'at, sir?"
"The plants growing through the handle of the watering can. And IT HASN'T RAINED FOR A FORTNIGHT!!! I think you'd better do some more investigating."
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Oh, that damned Poirot, he's always so smart. Or it could have been Holmes. Or Dalgliesh. Well, anyway, this was only an exercise, prompted by the fiendish Willow with her photo prompt (obviously from some place where it actually rains.) You can read more offerings at Magpie Tales. Meantime, the inspector will try to figure this one out.
