The Paradox
I stood near the breakfast table, skimming through a copy of the post-mortem report. The housekeeper of a famous actor had been murdered and his body was found dumped in a sewer. “Rigor mortis sets in after two hours of death, provided, the body is left untouched, isn’t it Ronit?” Anaysha was sitting with her back to me, and I had given her no sign of my occupation. ‘How did you know what I was already here? I believe you have eyes in the back of your head.’ ‘I have, at least, a well-polished, silver-plated coffee-pot in front of me”, Anaysha said, grinning. “Stop behaving like Holmes. You aren’t an early riser, Mrs. Anashya Ronit Shelvankar. What is it?” “I’m the defence lawyer of Yashpal Saxena; the actor who’s housekeeper’s body you’re examining. The accused has been granted bail. He’s coming today at 10.30 a.m.”, Anaysha said with a trembling voice. “He was shot by a 9mm bullet on his chest and the gun matches with the one Saxena possesses. See i...