In order not to forget the English language,
I advise you to keep practising by reading,
 listening to and speaking as much English as you can !!
Don't forget to visit the useful links to do so.

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And here is a small mystery reading in which you must find the culprit.
Read it, try to answer the question and tell me in the commentaries who you think the culprit is.
I will then tell you soon how many of you would be able to make a good detective !!


Enjoy !

Detective Rob Misko arrived on the scene to find a crowd gathered around the victim. Mr. Louis Copeland's lifeless body lay on the sidewalk in front of his twelve-story building.

"His name is Louis Copeland," answered the patrolman on duty. "He's the owner of the building."

"Did he fall off the roof?" asked Detective Misko.

"No," he answered definitively. "The door to the roof is locked from the inside and only Mr. Copeland had the key. His keys were found on his body."

"Any witnesses?"

"Only one," answered the patrolman as he walked Detective Misko to an older woman sitting in the lobby of the building. "This is Phyllis Waters. She lives on the tenth floor. Poor woman saw the man drop past her front window just a few minutes ago."

Detective Misko escorted Mrs. Waters back to her apartment and took her story in detail.

"I was hanging my new drapes when I heard an awful scream," claimed Mrs. Waters. "And then he just fell past my window like a sack of potatoes." She sat in a rocking chair next to the very window she was speaking of. Detective Misko observed the room. It was very bare. In addition to the rocking chair and new drapes there was an old sofa on the other side of the room and a tiny black and white television set.

"What did you do after you saw the body, Mrs. Waters?" asked Detective Misko.

"I immediately called the police," she answered. "And then I took the elevator down to the lobby."

Detective Misko then walked up one flight to the eleventh floor and interviewed Stan Cantone who lived directly above Mrs. Waters.

"I didn't see anything," claimed Stan. "My wife was at work all day. I had my hands full with the kids." Detective Misko crossed to the front window and tried to open it. "Sorry. Can't open that window. I nailed it shut a while back. Can't be too careful with children around." The tall French door style window was nailed shut and dried paint covered the nails.

"Did you know the victim very well?" asked the Detective.

"I hate to speak ill of the dead," answered Mr. Cantone. "But Mr. Copeland was a no good crook. This used to be a pretty crummy neighborhood. Now that it's been revitalized, people are dying to get into this place. Suddenly, that no good landlord ups the rent to almost twice what we were paying. Some people have been living in this building for years now. How can they afford to pay that kind of rent?"

Finally, Detective Misko ventured up one more flight to interview the occupant of the twelfth floor apartment, Grace Copeland, the victim's wife.

"I last saw Louis an hour before the horrible accident," cried the grieving widow. "He said he had a couple of odd jobs to take care of and then he would come back for lunch."

"What kind of odd jobs?" asked Detective Misko.

"He wasn't specific," Mrs. Copeland answered as she watered fresh roses in her front window box. "He was always very attentive to the tenants needs. He was such a good man."

"Did anyone else have a key to the roof?" Detective Misko asked.

"No, just my husband," Mrs. Copeland replied. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm just ruling out all the possibilities," the detective answered. "And the way I see it, there is really only one."

Whom did Detective Misko suspect?