Detective Nose emerged from his car and was immediately dwarfed by the grandeur before him. All at once he felt quite small to be in the presence of one so wealthy. Inhaling a deep breath he began the large trek up the marble walkway. The house, or rather estate, was easily worth over a million dollars and the proprietor far more than that. Or at least he "was" worth far more than that. Earlier that morning Detective Nose had received a call from the daughter of the late Monsieur Cyr, although the police had deemed his death accidental, Gertrude suspected foul play.

Nose approached the door and heaved upon the large ornate door knocker. Almost immediately it opened and Nose was greeted by a tiny, shrewd looking man.

"May I Help You?"

"Yes, I'm Detective Nose. I was summoned here to investigate the death of Mr. Cyr."

"I'm sorry sir, there must be some mistake, the police have already been and gone. No such summons was issued." The man began to close the door.

"Wait, wait! It's okay Geoffrey. I called him here just after the police departed. Please, Detective come in. Would you like some refreshments?"

"If it's all the same to you I'd like to get started right away, the longer we wait the less likely I'll find anything. Miss uh..."

"Gertrude Elizabeth Beatrice Cyr. You may address me as Miss Gertrude. That will be all Geoffrey. If I have need of you I will ring."

"Yes ma'am." The aged man, sluggishly departed. Watching him leave eerily reminded Nose of a small prime ape, not at all attractive. Why was he employed here, if not to scare away any unwanted visitors. A small smirk appeared by the corners of his mouth as detective Nose mused over these thoughts. Just then Geoffrey stole a quick glance towards the outdoor pool, completely overlooked by Gertrude, but not Detective Nose.

"I'd like to begin my investigation out there, Miss Gertrude." Detective Nose motioned towards the pool.

"How perceptive of you Detective, that's where father passed away earlier this morning." Gertrude led the detective towards the enormous sliding glass doors that not only led to the backyard, but the outdoor swimming pool as well. "As you are aware the police have already been here and surveyed the scene deeming poor fathers death an accident."
Just a Taste (cont)
Nose surveyed the scene. The pool was well crafted, roughly, twenty by twenty five feet. There was a shallow end and a deep end complete with a diving board.

"Father had always enjoyed swimming and diving in his spare time. On occasion, he would go for hours. Geoffrey found his body in the pool this morning and called the police. He had a large bump on his head and had apparently been knocked unconscious, subsequentially drowning." Gertrude's eyes began to swell and she took out a delicate white hanky to wipe away a single tear. "The police believe it was an accident. They say that he slipped on the diving board and hit his head. I have my doubts and I sincerely hope you find more than they did."

Detective Nose noticed a trail of water going from the ladder at the edge of the pool to the diving board. The quantities suggested the story Miss Gertrude had regaled him with was true, Monsieur Cyr had been diving for hours. Bending down detective Nose placed his finger in the water and tasted it.

"Miss Gertrude I believe your convictions are right, there is more to Mr. Cyr's death than meets the eye."

It took just a taste!

I am larger than you can imagine, possibly without bounds. My last five letters name something found in poetry. What am I?