Archive through February 09, 2002
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Archive through February 09, 2002
Twiggyish | Monday, February 04, 2002 - 04:12 pm     Kimberly heard the scream but she couldn't have heard anything if she left at 11:00. |
Grooch | Monday, February 04, 2002 - 05:01 pm     Yeah, Neko! You got it. |
Neko | Monday, February 04, 2002 - 05:26 pm     Yeah!!! *Cheers* I'm on a small roll!! |
Grooch | Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 06:14 am     The Case of The Jealous Husband It was a stormy day, and Mr. Bessey was in a sinister mood like most other days because he was sure that his wife was cheating on him. To make sure she didn't, he called home every hour when he was away. On his way to the office, Mr. Bessey encountered a lot of traffic on the expressway which didn't help to improve his mood. He was getting increasingly worried that he wouldn't be able to check up on his wife on time. Not being able to stand the suspense any longer, he swerved onto the shoulder of the road and hurried to work amidst the angry sounding of horns from the cars of his fellow commuters. When he got to work, his secretary wasn't there yet. He figured that all his staff was stuck in the traffic. He dialed his home number himself, and it started ringing. When somebody answered, it was a man! Mr. Bessey hung up the phone without saying anything. He placed a call to his secretary on the cellular phone and said to call Jacques Bellenmore and tell him that his wife had company. Jacques was an assassin and Bessey had arranged for him to kill his wife on this signal. When Bessey arrived home later in the day, he expected to see his house crawling with policemen. He wondered why no one was there. He entered the house and went upstairs to the bedroom to check for his wife, but he found a note on the bed instead. The note said, "So long sucker. I found someone better than you, and I won't come back ever!" HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED? |
Neko | Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 07:14 am     The wife ran off with Jacques Bellenmore. It was Jacques who answered the phone |
Grooch | Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 07:17 am     No, but close. |
Crazydog | Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 07:54 am     Bessey's secretary is a man. The secretary was having the affair with the wife, and answered the phone at home. Bessey didn't recognize his voice because the secretary just said a single word ("hello") before Bessey hung up. When Bessey gave the secretary the code instructions, the secretary and the wife decided it was time to split. |
Grooch | Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 08:07 am     You got it, Crazydog. (Neko, you were so close.) |
Grooch | Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 08:21 am     The Case of the Stolen Arabian Diamond It was August 15th, a hot dry evening, when Dr. Himlickin had just come back from a very hard case in Palm Springs. He was sitting on the couch smoking his pipe when the phone rang. It was Rob Milcher who was calling from the Gotham City Museum. He told him to come to the Gotham City Museum quickly. When Dr. Himlickin arrived at the scene, he saw Rob Milcher running across the street. Rob was a short stout man dressed in a suit and tie. Dr. Himlickin caught up to Mr. Milcher and asked, "Why don't you tell me the whole story?" "Okay," said Mr. Milcher as he caught his breath. "I'm out of breath now because I went across the street to phone you because I saw the criminal use the phone in the museum just before I started up the stairs. I didn't want to take away any fingerprints." "It was about three thirty in the afternoon when I came into the museum to begin my shift as security guard all dressed in my uniform. I saw a man wandering around, and he didn't look like the kind of person who would be in a museum. He looked a little bit scruffy. I looked at him eye to eye and warned him that I would be watching him carefully. I watched him until about five twenty-five, five minutes before closing time. During the afternoon, I saw him walk over to the case where the Arabian Diamond was displayed about seven times. I thought that was a little strange." "Well," said Dr. Himlickin, "What did this man look like?" "He was about six feet tall with combed hair wearing a black suit and tie, much like the suit and tie I'm wearing now." "What happened then?" Dr. Himlickin questioned. "I had just started upstairs to get changed at the end of my shift when I heard the sound of glass breaking. I had only gone half way up the stairs so I ran back down and saw a man running out the door with something under his jacket. That's when I ran across the street to phone you. I was late coming back because I ran into an old high school friend. I knew it would take you a little while to get here so I stayed to talk. I looked out the window every so often to see if I could see you. When I saw you pull up, I left immediately. The light was the wrong color so I had to wait. That's why I was late coming back." Dr. Himlickin looked at the security guard suspiciously and said to Rob Milcher, "I think you're covering something up. I think you should come to the police station with me. You are under arrest for the theft of the Arabian Diamond. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. If you can't afford a lawer, one will be appointed to represent you." How did Dr. Himlickin know that Rob Milcher was lying? |
Jeep | Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 09:17 am     The security guard said he came to work all dressed in his uniform. Later, he said he heard the glass break when he was half way up the stairs going to change his clothes. When he described the theif, he said he had a suit on much like his and that he ran out to call right away. The guard should have had his uniform still on, since he said he didn't come back to the museum until Dr. Himlickin arrived. |
Carigsby | Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 09:20 am     He said he had to wait a little bit because of the light change and had stopped to talk to a friend - but he was winded when he got to the police officer. If he had done so much waiting, he would have caught his breath. |
Carigsby | Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 09:21 am     OOOHH - that's good Jeep. I like yours better! |
Grooch | Tuesday, February 05, 2002 - 09:49 am     You got it, Jeep. |
Neko | Friday, February 08, 2002 - 02:59 pm     "The Royal Bowl" "My dear inspector! Thank heaven you've arrived," exclaimed Sir James Zipp. He stopped pacing the checkered foyer floor of the Triogenes Club, of which he was president. "Foot of the Yard at your service, Sir James," replied Trenchard Foot. "I understand a silver bowl of yours has gone missing." "A wedding present intended for Prince Edward and his betrothed from the club, no less! Someone stole the key from my desk last night, unlocked the glass display case in the main lounge, and walked off with it. It's quite ornate and of the highest quality. Aside from the exquisite workmanship, the silver alone melted down is worth a couple of hundred quid." "Was the bowl inscribed?" "Of course. Used 'Edward Windsor' for the groom's name, though. He dislikes royal titles." "Right. The Edward Formerly Known as Prince." Foot flipped open his official notebook. "When was the bowl last seen, sir?" "We had a dinner here last night for Colonel Thomas Thibeault, who is retiring from the Civil Service," said Zipp. "Except for a few servants, he and I were the last to leave. I saw the bowl in its case just before switching off the lights to the main lounge. Then I locked the doors behind us, and we went to a nearby wine bar for some more celebration. Our wives collected us there. About ten this morning I was phoned by Brown, our head attendant, about the theft." "Thank you, Sir James, I'll just have a word with my sergeant." Sergeant William O'Neill had been on the scene for three hours already. Foot took O'Neill aside. "We've confirmed the alibis of Sir James and the colonel, sir," said O'Neill quietly. "The outer door was locked from the outside and set to relock when anyone from inside went out. As far as we can tell, the lock hadn't been tampered with, not until the head attendant unlocked it at ten this morning. The morning custodian, a Joseph Logan, was with him then and confirms their discovery of the theft. Brown was out of town until early this morning. Only he and the president have an outer-door key." "And the display case was unlocked instead of smashed?" asked Foot. "It was alarmed, and had a warning sticker. Someone picked the lock of the president's deskdrawer and got the key to the case. The key is now gone. No fingerprints." "So we're left with the servants who were here after Zipp and Thibeault left." Foot fingered the tip of his walrus mustache. "Are they here now?" "Waiting for you in the banquet room, sir." Foot first checked the club president's office. It had the same dark paneling and musty odor that pervaded the rest of the club. Foot noted the old leather desk chair, the half-full trash can, and the still-open center drawer. He then proceeded to the banquet room, where three men sat silently at the long table. "Gentlemen," said Foot as he sat down across from them, "I am Foot of the Yard. You will each please tell me who you are and what you did after last night's dinner." "I am David Forrant, the wine steward," said the first man. "I didn't have a moment's peace all evening. After dinner I was cleaning up and restocking the wine cellar. When we all left, I walked to the Underground station and went home to my wife and son." "I'm the assistant chef, Joseph Manfredonia," said the second man. "I was in charge of the dinner. My two helpers left before dessert, so I was very busy in the kitchen with dishes, garbage, and leftovers. I walked home through the city and across Regents Park. I rent a flat just north of the park." Foot nodded. "And you, sir?" he said to the third man. "Ed Crowley, custodian," the third man replied tersely. "I dusted this room, emptied the rubbish, and reset the extra chairs. Went home by tube and train to Hampstead Heath." Foot glanced over his notes and a preliminary report O'Neill had given him. "I understand you three were the last to leave," he said."You all left together, each carrying something." The three men nodded. "You, Mr. Forrant, walked out the front door with an overcoat rolled up under your arm," Foot observed. "That's right. The evening had turned warm." "You, Mr. Manfredonia, left with a small gym bag." "Yes. I had brought a change of shoes and socks for my walk home." "Was Mr. Manfredonia wearing a change of shoes and socks when he left?" Foot asked the other two. "Didn't notice." "Neither did I." "And you, Mr. Crowley," resumed Foot. "You had a small backpack." "S'right. Books. I'm taking an extension course in accountancy. Had a few minutes to study during the dinner." Foot asked the three men to wait, and joined O'Neill in the main lounge. "They are sticking with their statements to you, sergeant," Foot said. "Any of them could have been concealing the bowl when they left." "Yes, sir. I confirmed Crowley's accountancy course, and the evening did turn warm. No one can confirm or disprove Crowley's change of footgear." "Right." Foot clasped his hands behind his back and smiled. "Well, sergeant, let two of them go. Perhaps you have been able to deduce whom I would like to retain for more questioning." Who is Foot's prime suspect? And what gave them away? |
Lobster | Friday, February 08, 2002 - 04:55 pm     I'm just gonna guess and say Mr. Forrant. Most people would drape an overcoat over their arm, not roll it up. Unless of course they were hiding something in it. |
Crazydog | Friday, February 08, 2002 - 06:26 pm     I believe it's Ed Crowley, the janitor. He says he emptied the trash (or in England, "rubbish"). I'm not sure if he means he emptied the trash everywhere or just in the dining room. But even if he just meant the dining room, he is the janitor, so why didn't he empty the trash in the president's room as well? |
Bookworm | Friday, February 08, 2002 - 10:27 pm     I think Crazydog has it once again. And the bowl would fit in a back pack. |
Lobster | Saturday, February 09, 2002 - 02:49 pm     Hey Neko, get your butt back in here with the answer, will ya? Another thing I thought of, how did Mr. Forrant know it had gotten warm enough that he wouldn't need to wear his coat? |
Tntitanfan | Saturday, February 09, 2002 - 03:03 pm     I am thinking Forrant did it for the reasons above too! |
Nancy | Saturday, February 09, 2002 - 06:36 pm     rotflmao--i say this thread with the name "forrant" in tntitan's answer and i just had to come in here that is MY last name which is quite unusual hehe |
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