A murder mystery...
I have a very interesting mystery story to tell you (using visual aides). Read more only if you are not weak-kneed...
"The Mystery of the Limp Cords"
A suspenseful thriller, as recorded by Dr. Watt's son
This evening upon arriving home from my daily chores of work, I was prepared to lounge in my favourite smoking chair, along with a fine novel, this being my typically habit in the evenings. I was therefore quite shocked and horrified to discover that during my daily jaunt into the city, an obscene murder had taken place within my dwelling! I could not understand why this had happened. I was full of hurt, full of sorrow, and full of regrets. No more could I talk and laugh with my favourite musical puppet and friend, Mr. Wolfstring Amadeus Mozart. There he lay...dead and cold, sprawled in the most unnatural and contorted matter on the floor.
What had happened to my dear friend? "Suicide," I initially thought. But I knew Mr. Wolfstring well and he would not go to such ends without first talking with myself or some other noteworthy friend. Then I saw it. This was no accident...his strings had been cut!
After getting over my tensed nerves, I proceeded to go about the scene of the crime with an orderly and purposeful investigation. Judging by the rigor mortis that had already set in, I estimated that the strings had been snipped sometime at about a quarter past 14:00. After determining the cause and the time of death I had to do what I most dreaded. I moved the stiff little corpse with as much care and composure as I could muster, yet regardless I still retched more times than I would like to admit. He is now, thank goodness, laid to rest for all time. Before I had endeavoured to move him, though, I knew I must preserve the integrity of the crime scene, lest I need to refer back to it at a later time.
"Who could have had the audacity and cruel heart to pull something like this?" I pondered. The problem became even more complex as it suddenly dawned on me: both doors to the apartment had been locked, as well as all the windows. No one could have left the scene of the crime. Or should I say, whomever committed this atrocity must still be in the apartment!!!
While this realization frightened me a great deal, I again fought the urge to ralph, and decided to interview everyone I could possibly think of in the apartment. While I received many tips and accusations from the thirty plus civilians that I talked with, four names kept coming up as being a little too close to the scene of the crime. I proceeded to take this four temporarily into custody and questioned them.
Suspect #1, "Brontë Bell" also know as "The Tickler"
Age: 1 1/4
Sex: F
Description: Is missing the dew claw toe on her front right paw
History: Known as a tough cookie, who has frequently been seen chasing and tormenting bugs. She is shy, but devious.
Suspect #2, "Moriarty"
Age: 5 1/2
Sex: M
Description: Is dark-skinned and coated with some irrationally shiny substance
History: Famous for "killing" Mr. Sherlock Holmes, as well as being his rival in brain-power. He has never been caught or convicted, but be wary.
Suspect #3 "Harper Lee" also known as "Kitten-head" and or "Dick Van Dyke"
Age: 1 1/4
Sex: F
Description: The tip of her tail often looks like a pipe cleaner, from her nervously licking it whenever she gets a chance
History: She has been accused and convicted of innumerable counts of leaving wet paw prints where they should not belong. She is every bit as frisky as she sounds.
Suspect #4, "Cobalt"
Age: 4
Sex: M
Description: He has a really REALLY skinny neck
History: Known for chomping up little innocent beans as well as chewing misplaced fingers.
These were the suspects, but unfortunately all four had a really good alibi. Brontë has a ticket stub from a movie she was at from 1:00pm to 3:15pm. Moriarty was seen wandering around the kitchen sink at the time of the crime, by at least two other witnesses. Harper had been sick earlier in the morning and had been seen heading to bed at around 1:30pm, stating that her tummy hurt. Lastly Cobalt had been dining with his mother (who verified his story).
I did not know what to do. It had to be one of these four suspects that I had in custody, but without any further evidence, I would have been required to let them all go. I was furious at the thought that justice would not be served.
Then, a miracle happened.
I received a phone call from a local bank who said that they had unknowingly captured a video from one of its ATM security cameras, of someone committing the unthinkable crime. The bank only realized it when one of its employees was reviewing the tapes on report that several clients had felt uneasy about someone trying to steal their ATM numbers earlier in the day (which turned out to be completely unrelated to the crime at hand).
I excitedly reviewed the tapes.
Despite the poor quality and small image, I was able to compare the photo with my four suspects, and indeed I had a match...
HARPER LEE???
It looks like this fierce little kitty, has found herself in something a little too big for herself. Needless to say, she was anything but sick this morning. I am saddened greatly still to this hour that my friend Mr. Wolfstring is gone forever. Yet, I am comforted by the fact that justice has once again prevailed in another complex and devious murder.
I quickly freed the other three suspects who had to hurry off to their own engagements. I then had Ms. Lee escorted to the penitentiary to serve her time. The only explanation I was able to gather from her, I overheard as she was being dragged away. She kept muttering, barely audible, over and over again, "...I like string...I just like string...I like string..."
The End.
"The Mystery of the Limp Cords"
A suspenseful thriller, as recorded by Dr. Watt's son
This evening upon arriving home from my daily chores of work, I was prepared to lounge in my favourite smoking chair, along with a fine novel, this being my typically habit in the evenings. I was therefore quite shocked and horrified to discover that during my daily jaunt into the city, an obscene murder had taken place within my dwelling! I could not understand why this had happened. I was full of hurt, full of sorrow, and full of regrets. No more could I talk and laugh with my favourite musical puppet and friend, Mr. Wolfstring Amadeus Mozart. There he lay...dead and cold, sprawled in the most unnatural and contorted matter on the floor.
What had happened to my dear friend? "Suicide," I initially thought. But I knew Mr. Wolfstring well and he would not go to such ends without first talking with myself or some other noteworthy friend. Then I saw it. This was no accident...his strings had been cut!
After getting over my tensed nerves, I proceeded to go about the scene of the crime with an orderly and purposeful investigation. Judging by the rigor mortis that had already set in, I estimated that the strings had been snipped sometime at about a quarter past 14:00. After determining the cause and the time of death I had to do what I most dreaded. I moved the stiff little corpse with as much care and composure as I could muster, yet regardless I still retched more times than I would like to admit. He is now, thank goodness, laid to rest for all time. Before I had endeavoured to move him, though, I knew I must preserve the integrity of the crime scene, lest I need to refer back to it at a later time.
"Who could have had the audacity and cruel heart to pull something like this?" I pondered. The problem became even more complex as it suddenly dawned on me: both doors to the apartment had been locked, as well as all the windows. No one could have left the scene of the crime. Or should I say, whomever committed this atrocity must still be in the apartment!!!
While this realization frightened me a great deal, I again fought the urge to ralph, and decided to interview everyone I could possibly think of in the apartment. While I received many tips and accusations from the thirty plus civilians that I talked with, four names kept coming up as being a little too close to the scene of the crime. I proceeded to take this four temporarily into custody and questioned them.
Suspect #1, "Brontë Bell" also know as "The Tickler"
Age: 1 1/4
Sex: F
Description: Is missing the dew claw toe on her front right paw
History: Known as a tough cookie, who has frequently been seen chasing and tormenting bugs. She is shy, but devious.
Suspect #2, "Moriarty"
Age: 5 1/2
Sex: M
Description: Is dark-skinned and coated with some irrationally shiny substance
History: Famous for "killing" Mr. Sherlock Holmes, as well as being his rival in brain-power. He has never been caught or convicted, but be wary.
Suspect #3 "Harper Lee" also known as "Kitten-head" and or "Dick Van Dyke"
Age: 1 1/4
Sex: F
Description: The tip of her tail often looks like a pipe cleaner, from her nervously licking it whenever she gets a chance
History: She has been accused and convicted of innumerable counts of leaving wet paw prints where they should not belong. She is every bit as frisky as she sounds.
Suspect #4, "Cobalt"
Age: 4
Sex: M
Description: He has a really REALLY skinny neck
History: Known for chomping up little innocent beans as well as chewing misplaced fingers.
These were the suspects, but unfortunately all four had a really good alibi. Brontë has a ticket stub from a movie she was at from 1:00pm to 3:15pm. Moriarty was seen wandering around the kitchen sink at the time of the crime, by at least two other witnesses. Harper had been sick earlier in the morning and had been seen heading to bed at around 1:30pm, stating that her tummy hurt. Lastly Cobalt had been dining with his mother (who verified his story).
I did not know what to do. It had to be one of these four suspects that I had in custody, but without any further evidence, I would have been required to let them all go. I was furious at the thought that justice would not be served.
Then, a miracle happened.
I received a phone call from a local bank who said that they had unknowingly captured a video from one of its ATM security cameras, of someone committing the unthinkable crime. The bank only realized it when one of its employees was reviewing the tapes on report that several clients had felt uneasy about someone trying to steal their ATM numbers earlier in the day (which turned out to be completely unrelated to the crime at hand).
I excitedly reviewed the tapes.
Despite the poor quality and small image, I was able to compare the photo with my four suspects, and indeed I had a match...
HARPER LEE???
It looks like this fierce little kitty, has found herself in something a little too big for herself. Needless to say, she was anything but sick this morning. I am saddened greatly still to this hour that my friend Mr. Wolfstring is gone forever. Yet, I am comforted by the fact that justice has once again prevailed in another complex and devious murder.
I quickly freed the other three suspects who had to hurry off to their own engagements. I then had Ms. Lee escorted to the penitentiary to serve her time. The only explanation I was able to gather from her, I overheard as she was being dragged away. She kept muttering, barely audible, over and over again, "...I like string...I just like string...I like string..."
The End.