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It’s the 1940s and you didn’t kill nobody.

In this emergency situation, you decide to do the most helpful thing you can think to do: spending a long time looking around the room and commenting on everything.  This glass room was carved out of the entrance hall. The glass brick wall made it look like a real estate office. (Zing!) Where on earth […]

You get up. Nobody’s pinning a wife murder rap on you. Nope, not today. You put on a pair of gloves and leave the glass room, careful not to leave any fingerprints. On your way out, you remember – before you saw Edna dead, you did a bunch of stuff. So you use a cloth […]

You get up. Nobody’s pinning a wife murder rap on you. Nope, not today. On an end table in the room is Edna’s leather address book. This will be your key to salvation. Your insurance policy. If the cops do suspect you, all you have to do is live out the next day as if […]

Come on, you can’t just leave. Your wife’s been murdered! What would poor Edna have done if she discovered your lifeless corpse? Laugh and jump for joy at the thought of inheriting your lucrative bookie racket? Yes, absolutely, but before that, maybe something helpful. Maybe. Call the police. Find the murder weapon.

You look around for the murder weapon. After all, murderers love leaving evidence just lying around. Solving this case will be a snap. The trail of blood pools near Edna’s shoulder, near a shiny metal cuticle cutter with a sharp slicing edge. The mother of pearl handle is covered in blood. It’s a murder weapon […]

There’s been a murder, so it’s time to give the cops a ring. Or as they were known in the 1940s, the Dum-Dum Patrol. You pick up the receiver in the room and dial. “Hello? I want to report a murder,” you tell the police operator. “Who is this calling?” the operator asks. Your mouth […]