The police were thinking suicide, but the coroner contradicted / “The wounds,” he said, “to this man’s head, could not be self-inflicted!”
The bloating and disfigurement, the coroner then estimated / Was not from mere hours — but days – he carefully calculated;
But all the blood and bruising – perhaps he fought? Or fell? / An accident? Or a murder? The doctor, not yet, could tell.
Two black oars, from a boathouse nearby were reported confiscated / And the chance this could be murder was quickly elevated
Then six feet under the water, they found a soft, white hat / About fifty feet south of where the water-soaked body was at
Officers pieced together, more bits of this man’s life / He’d been out for work for months and also estranged from his wife!
No signs were found that the body was moved, after he had died / But some villagers that were questioned, said the man was much despised!
Like Brunskill’s housekeeper, Mary STROPE, who on Sunday saw him last / “Looking for work,” she recalls, when out the door he passed.
Her statement, it was shattered, though something seemed to be missing / As others had simply claimed that Brunskill just went fishin’.
And six witnesses remembered Brunskill quarreling with another / A Buffalo railway signalman – Mrs. Strope’s brother!
TO BE CONTINUED (Saturday, December 10, 2011)
reported confiscated = stolen
Next installment: A bulldog puppy and water spaniel
NOTE: I apologize for the serial posts; but after reviewing the data (8 weeks of newspaper articles), there is just too much information that I cannot leave out. I hope this still turns out to be an interesting, or at least, an enjoyable read though.