My Mystery, Cha Eight

Partridge stretched, “I greatly fear we have missed our luncheon. Shall we find food and lodging for the night?” Kossov got up, “Do you think the murderer is anyone from the staff?” “I doubt it. None of them seem that clever. Plus, all the jury knives were stolen” “So, we’ll have to move on to […]

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My Mystery, Cha Seven

Partridge asked for the chambermaid, next; and, while the two were waiting, Kossov asked, “So, do you think it was the cook?” “I briefly considered that his monkey might’ve scraped the caramel off the flan while he committed the murder; but, having seen that flan, I noticed no more than the usual amount of monkey […]

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