there’s been a “murder” at Forfar Academy - but sharp thinking first year maths pupils have turned detective to track down the culprit and bring her to justice!
After a term and a half of work the guilty suspect was arrested and the murderer revealed at a special ceremony recently.
Since arriving at Forfar Academy all S1 pupils have been working hard in mathematics to discover the identity of the murderer of Mrs Esson.
Having been recruited as Forfar Academy police constables they have used logic and mathematical skills to deduce, eliminate potential suspects and finally arrest the perpetrator of this most heinous crime.
Video interviews have been scrutinised, “secret” conversations mulled over, and mathematical clues solved.
Which one of the seemingly innocent mathematics teachers could have committed the act?
Week by week the suspects were eliminated until eventually just two remained.
The culmination was to be an afternoon of questioning for the two remaining suspects by a jury made up of members from each of the 10 maths classes whilst the rest of their peers listened long and hard, noting any inconsistencies. All pupils then deliberated the evidence and examined posters produced by the classes earlier to refresh their memories of key clues. Then the number was up for either Mrs MacMillan or Miss Tindall. The votes were counted and a hush fell for Judge Lynch (head teacher Melvyn Lynch) to announce the verdict. Miss Tindall was pronounced guilty and the police rushed in to take her away (complete with handcuffs!)
Thankfully Mrs Esson took to the stage to thank the S1 police constables and congratulate them on all their hard work but had they got the right person? A last minute piece of evidence had been discovered which revealed the true culprit, so was it to be a job well done or a miscarriage of justice?
Conclusive proof, a calamitous mistake had been made. Mrs McMillan was in fact the guilty one and eventually apprehended. All pupils and staff can now walk the hallowed corridors of the Maths department without fear and trepidation, no longer rushing through in case the murderer should strike again.