Doctor Allen Lehnman is not your ordinary detective. He's not really a Doctor either. He is one of those gentlemen who can only be described by his actions: Eccentric, and right on point. Dr. Lehnman is one of those gifted people you have to see to believe.
One windy Tuesday afternoon found him at a rustic mansion on the outskirts of Jasper, Arkansas. The forensic team had already been there, dusting for fingerprints on the bookcases, walls, and desk of the cluttered office room. Poor Wilfred Harmon never knew what hit him. Being stabbed in the back for the money your Father left in his will is not the most pleasant terms on which to leave this world, thought Dr. Lehnman. Dr. Lehnman shook his head sadly as he gazed about the room, past the full coat rack, the large portrait of Granddaddy Harmon, and the heavy wooden door with the key on the inside of the room.
Sergeant T.J. Vincent approached Dr. Lehnman. "Hey, Allen, we're glad you got here, but I feel like we won't be needing your help after all." Dr. Lehnman looked up from his brown study, "Oh? You've solved it then, yes?" said he in his quirky Scottish accent. "No, that's not it," chuckled the Sergeant, "it's just that this case is liable to drag on for years. After all, there is no sign of a struggle. It will be a tough time to try and peg someone he trusts. He never had too many friends, you know and no family members nearby or in town. What kind of man would willfully turn his back on an intruder when he's carrying over $100,000 cash?" "It was not an intruder," Dr. Lehnman snapped seeming quite annoyed, "the key is on the inside of the door. Mr. Harmon had to let the murder in."
The Police Chief walked through the door and looked around the room, bewildered. "Vincent, give me what you know." "Homicide, Chief. Victim carrying large sum of money let the murder in this door by unlocking it. When he turned his back on the murderer, he was stabbed through the back. He has no family no friends, no one else could have known about his Father's will money." The Chief shook his head. "Ah, poor Wilfred. He was so worried he would lose his money. I guess he never figured it would come to violence. Walking across the room, to look at the body and the baffled forensics team, he brushed by Dr. Lehnman. "Well, Al, do you think you know all the answers?" laughed the Chief. Dr. Lehnman did not share in his mirth "We'll have to wait and see now, won't we?" The Chief was taken aback by the stiff reply and apologized, "I was merely joking. You know cases with as little information as this one don't solve themselves overnight. I must be going, though. Report to me should you find out any more details." With that, the Chief took his hat and coat from the rack, and made his way to Sergeant Vincent to remind him to keep the forensics team from moving the body before the coroner arrived.
Dr. Lehnman had seen enough. He approached the Chief and Sergeant boldly and interrupted their conversation. "You can be quite proud of me," Dr. Lehnman smirked, "for at last, I have all the answers. Sergeant, place your Chief under arrest!"
