They stood for a moment bewildered before Major Jones spoke, “The man’s right.” Father Miles and John Howie looked at Major Jones with disgust. “The army is equipped to carry out a murder discretely and if he believes that one of us is a murderer then I trust his judgement, annoying as he may be.”
“I’m not sure I believe him, I mean us. Major Jones, sir. You’re a man in charge of 150 people. I’m a cleric, a man of God and John, you’re only a 25 year old Land Agent with a family. I mean,” Father Miles gave a little laugh as he spoke, “I think the most likely person here is you, Major Jones.”
“I have no doubt of that,” Major Jones agreed. “I could easily become a mass murderer if I wanted to but some could argue that I already am one.”
“If you’re worried about what the Detective thinks,” John interjected,“maybe you should watch your own mouth a bit.”
“Excuse me?” Father Miles cried out.
“You didn’t create a very good impression,” John told him bluntly.
“I don’t need to create a good impression for the Detective, he is here to find out who killed Colonel Jefferson not to do pleasantries with army personnel.” Father Miles replied boldly,
“Not everyone here is army personnel,” John stated.
“So are you saying just because you′re not in the army you didn’t do it?” Father Miles replied in a sarcastic tone.
“I am part of the army just not the part you are familiar with. All I’m saying is that I didn’t murder him and in fact I doubt any of us did.” John said strongly. A silence filled the air and Major Jones simply nodded at John’s statement.