My Mystery, Cha Eleven

There was a long pause between Kossov’s knocking and the head butler answering the door. He didn’t seem surprised to see the Russian doctor. “Yes sir”, he said as he opened the door. “Is the head housekeeper in?”, Kossov asked. “I’m afraid she isn’t. You see, it’s nearly ten o’clock and from 9-12 she stands […]

My Mystery, Cha Ten

Finger-less hands held a red pencil over the blueprint of Hamshock Manor. A harsh voice spoke into a digital recorder: The entry points will be here and here. Two teams will take out the guards and two more teams will take out the teams that take out the guards. Those teams will rendezvous here. Finger-less […]

Ask a Bio-Engineered [blah blah blah] Dog

Dear Bio-Engineered, Genetically-Modified Super-Intelligent Dog, I know that my husband hasn’t paid his income taxes in years. If I turn him in, I hear that the IRS will give me a portion of the money they recover. This money would be very helpful in paying some of our bills and getting our life on track. […]

My Mystery, Cha Six

“Bring me the cook”, Partridge called out. Kossov went to the library door and conveyed the order to the head butler. When he returned to the center of the room, the great detective was looking upward. He took Kossov Dith lightly by the shoulder and stepped back a few paces. “See there?”, he said pointing, […]

Still Still More Advice from my Great Grandpappy

It’s best to avoid renting an apartment that has the term “urine-soaked” anywhere in the description. Never buy hamburger from a bad-tempered butcher. The rule of thumb is: For every two zucchini plants you grow, you should make one new friend who really likes eating zucchini. If your landlord stops by to pick up the […]