Yeah, I was afraid of that
Something with a bit of a Conan Doyle vibe to it:
Last night a man found out that his brother had been sleeping with his wife. Fuelled by brandy, opiates and rage, their argument turned to blows, and in the heat of the moment the man drew a revolver and shot his brother in the face.
Stumbling drunk, panicked and confused, the man scrambled for his study, and bolted the door behind him. The maid, attracted by the gun shot and the screams ran to the door just in tine to hear him scream “No! It can’t be! It isn’t possible!” followed by another gunshot, then silence.
When the police battered down the door, they found the man dead on the floor in a pool of blood, there was a look of abject terror on his face, and he had clearly shot himself in the head.
Scotland Yard were happy with the deduction that he had killed himself in guilt, but there was no suicide note, and the strange exclamation that the maid overheard was enough for the family to contact a consulting detective agency.
The great detective swiftly deduced that, although the cause of death was obvious and ordinary, the vision that caused him to shoot himself was definitely extra-ordinary.
What did the man see that drove him to suicide?