He was found in a locked room.
No windows, one door,bolted from within.
A candle burned low beside his hand.
No weapon, no wound, but dead he lay.
On the table: a tape recorder,
And one glass of water, half full.
When the police pressed play, they heard:
“I can’t take it anymore… goodbye.”
Then silence.
But the detective said,
“This wasn’t suicide.”
Why not?