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It is 1931. You are Police Officer Quinn Taylor. You graduated first in your class at the academy. Because of this, you have been selected to be trained by Detective Asa Morgan to become a crack detective. How will you measure up?<p>
<center>[[Start|2]]</center><p><i>Author's note</i>: For this game, I have <b>drawn heavily</b> on the book, <i>MINUTE MYSTERIES (Detectograms)</i> by H. A. Ripley (HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY, The Riverside Press Cambridge 1932), which is in the public domain. You try to solve mysteries, and at the end of the game receive your evaluation based upon your performance.<p>
<b>The Detective's Apprentice<br>
Adapted by John C. Knudsen<br>
2020</b>
<p>Version 2.0 (06/28/2020).<p>
Written in Twine 2.37 and Chapbook 1.0.<p>
The font used is <b>Stylish.</b> Thank you, AsiaSoft Inc and Google Fonts!<p>
Thanks to Dan Fabulich for the criticism - it is much appreciated.<p>
Your feedback is welcome! You can contact the author at:<p>
<center> knudsenjohnc@hotmail.com</center><center>CASE #1<br> <i>A Crack Shot</i></center>
Detective Morgan was hunting in the Rockies when informed of a tragedy at one of the camps. Thinking he might be of some help, he went over, and, after introducing himself, Butler, the victim’s companion, told him of the accident.
"When Marshall hadn’t returned to camp at nine o’clock last night, I was a bit worried because he didn’t know these mountains. There wasn’t a star out and it was dark and moonless, so I decided to look around for him. We’re five miles from anyone, you know. Putting more wood on the fire, I set out. After searching for an hour, I was coming up the slope of a ravine when I saw a pair of eyes shining out at me in the dark. Calling twice, and getting no answer, I fired, thinking it was a mountain lion. Imagine my horror when I reached the spot, struck a match, and saw I had nearly blown the head off Marshall. A terrible experience! I carried his body back to camp and then walked to the nearest house to report the accident."
> [[Continue|3]]
"How far from camp did you find Marshall?" asked Morgan.
"About a quarter of a mile."
"I see your right hand is bandaged. How do you manage to shoot with it?"
"Oh, I use either hand."
"Mind if I look at the gun?"
"Not at all," said Butler, handing it over.
"H’m, European make, I see. Had it long?"
"No, it’s rather new."
<font color="red">Was this</font>
> [[an accident?|4]]
> [[a murder?|5]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
It was a dark, starless, moonless night. The nearest habitation was five miles. The eyes of no animal ever shine in the dark unless there is a light by which they can be reflected, and a man’s eyes never shine under any circumstances.
Therefore, Butler could not possibly have seen any eyes shining at him in the dark. It was clearly murder.
<center><i>And thy deep eyes, amid the gloom,<br>
Shine like jewels in a shroud.</i><br>(Longfellow)</center>
> [[Next Case|6]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
It was a dark, starless, moonless night. The nearest habitation was five miles. The eyes of no animal ever shine in the dark unless there is a light by which they can be reflected, and a man’s eyes never shine under any circumstances.
Therefore, Butler could not possibly have seen any eyes shining at him in the dark. It was clearly murder.
<center><i>And thy deep eyes, amid the gloom,<br>
Shine like jewels in a shroud.</i><br>(Longfellow)</center>
> [[Next Case|6]]<center>CASE #2<br>
<i>On the Scent</i></center>
"I couldn’t wait to be announced," said George Collins, Florida’s foremost prohibition agent, and a great wit, as he stepped into Detective Morgan’s office.
"How long are you going to be in New York?" asked Morgan, as the two friends shook hands.
"I’m due back in Miami now," replied Collins, "but I wanted to congratulate you on your success in the Hicks murder case. I wish interesting things like that would happen in my game. However, I did have an amusing experience last December. Sneaky Joe, a stool-pigeon, tipped me off to a huge still he said was working about forty miles from headquarters. A narrow road through dense woods led to the spot. Arriving there, I found an old dilapidated shanty screened by trees. As I entered the woods, I smelled alcohol. Sneaky Joe was right, after all, I thought, as I drove up to the shanty.
> [[Continue|7]]
I got out and peered cautiously around, but the place seemed deserted. After opening the door and entering the house, however, I knew liquor was not being made there. I searched the woods, but found nothing. As I was driving back along the road at a good rate, I discovered the alcohol I smelled was coming from my own radiator! Imagine my chagrin!"
<font color="red">Is this story</font>
> [[true?|8]]
> [[false?|9]]
score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Not even a prohibition agent would use alcohol in an automobile radiator in or about Miami!
<center><i>The oil and wine of merry meeting.</i><br>(Irving)</center></i>
> [[Next Case|10]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Not even a prohibition agent would use alcohol in an automobile radiator in or about Miami!
<center><i>The oil and wine of merry meeting.</i><br>(Irving)</center>
> [[Next Case|10]]<center>CASE #3<br>
<i>Fatal Error</i></center>
"Crowley was an eccentric and taciturn old fellow, but I liked him," remarked Morgan. "When he was found dead last December, I took a personal interest in the case. Harold Bronson, his last known caller, had this to say of his visit:"
“After leaving word at my hotel where I might be reached if wanted, I arrived at Crowley’s suburban estate shortly after five o’clock. I found him seated in the dusk at the end of his library table. Courteously enough for him, he waved me into a chair at the other end and invited me to dine with him at eight o’clock. Reaching for my cigarettes, I remembered that Crowley did not permit smoking. His principal contributions to our discussion were his usual nods of approval, grunts, and monosyllables. Very sparing of words, was Mr. Crowley. About seven o’clock the telephone rang and he asked me to answer it. It was my wife asking me to return at once to see an unexpected visitor.
> [[Continue|11]]Finishing the conversation, I returned to my chair and, after I explained the call, Crowley nodded assent to my request to leave immediately. On the way out, as the lights had not been turned on, I bumped my head, which explains this bruise. Just as I reached the door, he called after me— "See you tomorrow at ten." He was certainly all right when I left him shortly after seven.”
Bronson’s telephone alibi was later proved sound.
<font color="red">Should Bronson be considered a suspect?</font>
> [[No.|12]]
> [[Yes.|13]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The Detective knew it would take a keener pair of eyes than Bronson’s to see a nod in the dark.
The lights had not been turned on. Remember?
<center><i>Darkness visible.</i><br>(Milton)</center>
> [[Next Case|14]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The Detective knew it would take a keener pair of eyes than Bronson’s to see a nod in the dark.
The lights had not been turned on. Remember?
<center><i>Darkness visible.</i><br>(Milton)</center>
> [[Next Case|14]]<center>CASE #4<br>
<i>The Poison Murder Case</i></center>
"I’m going to the theater now," Bob Kewley told Detective Morgan at their club. "I wish you’d spend the evening with Uncle John. He’s been worried lately."
Upon reaching the Kewley home an hour later, Morgan found the butler in an agitated state.
"After ordering coffee, Mr. Kewley locked himself in his library an hour ago, sir. When I rapped on the door just now, he didn’t answer."
The two men forced the lock and found John Kewley on the floor, an empty strychnine bottle at his side. The terrace door was open. After a careful examination, Morgan returned home. A few hours later, Bob Kewley entered his living-room.
"Thought I’d stop in on my way home. Don’t you think Uncle John looks worried?" Bob asked, theater tickets in his hand.
> [[Continue|15]]
"Your uncle, Bob, is dead. Strychnine. Your butler and I found him lying on the floor, but were too late to save him."
"How horrible, Morgan! Why was the library door locked, do you suppose?"
"That puzzles me. Has your butler been with you long?"
"For years," replied Bob, his head buried in his hands.
"Well, you’re a wealthy man now."
"What of it? Uncle John meant more to me than all the money in the world."
<font color="red">Who is the prime suspect in this case?</font>
> [[The Butler.|16]]
> [[Bob Kewley.|17]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Unless Bob Kewley had returned home after telling the Detective he was going to the theater, he could not have known the library door was locked. The fact that he did, coupled with the strong motive, naturally directed suspicion to him. He inadvertently gave himself away.
<center><i>Error will slip through a crack, while truth will stick in a doorway.</i><br>(Shaw)</center>
> [[Next Case|18]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Unless Bob Kewley had returned home after telling the Detective he was going to the theater, he could not have known the library door was locked. The fact that he did, coupled with the strong motive, naturally directed suspicion to him. He inadvertently gave himself away.
<center><i>Error will slip through a crack, while truth will stick in a doorway.</i><br>(Shaw)</center>
> [[Next Case|18]]<center>CASE #5<br>
<i>A Strange Kidnaping</i></center>
"I haven’t the faintest idea why I was kidnaped," said Johnson to Detective Morgan, an hour after he returned home. "I never miss Sunday evening services, you know, so I’m afraid I haven’t much time to discuss it now."
"Oh, just a brief account of your experience is all that is necessary," remarked Morgan.
So Johnson proceeded.
"I was walking along Burnham Street about 2 A.M. Friday when two masked men, with drawn guns, ordered me into a blue sedan. I was blindfolded and gagged. After driving for about an hour, I was led into a house and down some stairs to a small room, where they removed my blindfold and gag. They took off my outer clothing and hung it on a chair. Then they questioned me at length about the Shirley case and refused to believe I knew nothing of it. Exasperated, they threatened to kill me, and when I remonstrated, one of them hit me on the head with a black-jack and I went down unconscious.
> [[Continue|19]]
The next thing I knew was when I came to with a terrific headache. I lay still for a few minutes and, hearing nothing but the ticking of my watch, I cautiously got to my feet and groped for the door, as the room was in darkness. Before I could locate it, two men, still masked, entered, turned on the light, apologized profusely for the treatment I had received, and said they had mistaken me for someone else. Then they gave me something to eat, blindfolded me again, and drove me to within a block of my home, still apologizing for the mistake. Before I could remove my blindfold after getting out of the car, it had sped away. It’s all very mysterious to me. I can’t make anything of it."
<font color="red">Did this kidnapping actually take place?</font>
> [[Yes.|20]]
> [[No.|21]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Had Johnson wound his watch immediately before 2 A.M. Friday, the time of his alleged kidnaping, it would not have been running Sunday afternoon when he recovered consciousness and said he heard it ticking.
In 1931, no standard-make watch will run sixty hours without winding.
<center><i>This act is an ancient tale new told; <br>Being urged at a time unseasonable.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|22]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Had Johnson wound his watch immediately before 2 A.M. Friday, the time of his alleged kidnaping, it would not have been running Sunday afternoon when he recovered consciousness and said he heard it ticking.
In 1931, no standard-make watch will run sixty hours without winding.
<center><i>This act is an ancient tale new told; <br>Being urged at a time unseasonable.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|22]]<center>CASE #6<br>
<i>A Valuable Formula</i></center>
"I had just stepped behind that screen near the door to wash my hands when a man, gun in hand, entered the room and stood motionless for a few seconds," said Hyde. "Apparently satisfied no one was here, he walked to the desk over there by the window. As he rummaged through the papers in the drawer, I hastily dialed headquarters, leaving the receiver off the hook, trusting you would trace the call. I was afraid to talk because I was unarmed and he looked like a desperate fellow."
"You say he took nothing but a valuable formula from your desk?" inquired the Detective.
"That’s all; he touched nothing else."
"Rather careless to leave such an important paper lying about like that, wasn’t it?"
"Well, I suppose so, though it was only a copy. I sold the original to Schmitz yesterday for twenty thousand dollars and I intended to destroy the duplicate tonight."
> [[Continue|23]]"Would that formula be valuable to anyone else?"
"Yes, it would be worth twice as much to Schmitz’s competitors."
"Why didn’t you sell it to them in the first place, then?"
"Schmitz financed me while I was perfecting the formula, so I thought it only right to sell it to him, even though I could have got more for it from the other firm."
"As this is such a small, bright room and you observed so much through that crack in the screen," said Morgan sarcastically, "you should be able to give us a very good description of the intruder."
"Oh, I can do that," Hyde replied, with assurance. "He was a big fellow about six feet tall and weighed around two hundred pounds. He had jet-black hair, swarthy complexion, an unusually large nose, and a vicious-looking mouth. As he left obviously unaware of my presence, I noticed he had a big rip in the back of his blue coat."
<font color="red">Is Hyde's story</font>
> [[true?|24]]
> [[false?|25]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
In a small room the intruder would <i>unquestionably</i> have heard Hyde dialing Headquarters, and therefore could not have been unaware of his presence.
As Hyde had obviously lied about this, Morgan was convinced he had fabricated the entire story in order to sell the formula twice.
<center><i>Don’t tell me of deception; a lie is a lie, whether it be a lie to the eye or a lie to the ear.</i><br>(Dr. Johnson)</center>
> [[Next Case|26]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
In a small room the intruder would <i>unquestionably</i> have heard Hyde dialing Headquarters, and therefore could not have been unaware of his presence.
As Hyde had obviously lied about this, Morgan was convinced he had fabricated the entire story in order to sell the formula twice.
<center><i>Don’t tell me of deception; a lie is a lie, whether it be a lie to the eye or a lie to the ear.</i><br>(Dr. Johnson)</center>
> [[Next Case|26]]
<center>CASE #7<br>
<i>Strangled</i></center>
"Twenty-two days of this hot, dry spell," groaned Detective Morgan. "I can’t remember a stretch like it."
"Tell us about the Greer case, Detective," urged the rocking-chair brigade. "It’ll take your mind off the heat."
"Well, you know the salient facts. The body of Irene Greer, lying on the railroad right-of-way, was found half a mile from here by a fishing party at 6 A.M. day before yesterday. It could be seen that she was a beautiful girl despite the tousled hair matted with mud and a nasty bruise on her cheek. Her flaming red dress was torn and dirty. She had on shoes, but no stockings. Incidentally, her clothes were of the finest quality. Her body indicated that she had received a terrific beating, poor girl. From appearances she had been placed on the track with the expectation that she would be struck by a train and identification made impossible.
> [[Continue|27]]
No doubt she was unconscious when this was done, but she must have revived temporarily and crawled to the gravel right-of-way before a train came along. There she died. A peculiar circumstance is that, while her body was bruised and twisted, there were no marks on her throat to indicate strangulation, yet Dr. Bridewell says that was the cause of death. She was found in a desolate spot. Oh, yes, she was probably strangled with a scarf which, employed in a certain manner, would leave no outward trace."
<font color="red">Where was Irene Greer attacked?</font>
> [[At a place close to where she was found.|28]]
> [[She was attacked somewhere else.|29]]
score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
There had been a dry, hot spell at that place for twenty-two days. Irene Greer’s hair was matted with mud; therefore, she must have been attacked elsewhere.
<center><i>The face of things appeareth not the same far off and when we see them right at hand.</i><br>(Euripides)</center>
> [[Next Case|30]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
There had been a dry, hot spell at that place for twenty-two days. Irene Greer’s hair was matted with mud; therefore, she must have been attacked elsewhere.
<center><i>The face of things appeareth not the same far off and when we see them right at hand.</i><br>(Euripides)</center>
> [[Next Case|30]]<center>CASE #8<br>
<i>Death in the Office</i></center>
When Detective Morgan reached Gifford’s office, he found a policeman already there.
"Gifford’s dead," he was told. "What brings you here?"
"He telephoned me a few minutes ago; said he had been shot; then I had a hard time understanding him. This street is on your beat, isn’t it?"
"Yes. I heard the shot when I was in Smith’s cigar store. It took me a while to locate it. The door was locked and I had to break in."
As they walked into an inner office, they saw Gifford’s body, a bullet through the heart, lying in a pool of blood.
Morgan stooped to pick up a revolver.
"It’s an easy jump to the ground," observed the policeman, who was standing by an open window.
"Did you know, sir," he added, "that Gifford has been troubled lately by blackmailers?"
> [[Continue|31]]
"Yes. The last time I saw him, he told me he had been shot at a couple of weeks ago."
Morgan walked over to the door and found the lock was sprung, but the key still in it.
"I suppose," ventured the policeman, "that the blackmailers got him. They must have locked the door from the inside when they entered, shot him, and then jumped out the window."
<font color="red">How did Gifford die?</font>
> [[Murder.|32]]
> [[Suicide.|33]]
score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Gifford could not have been shot at the time he called Morgan, as he was found with a bullet through his heart. The Detective’s theory was that Gifford wanted his death to appear as murder in order to protect his heavy insurance.
<center><i>The heart does not lie.</i><br>(Alfieri)</center>
> [[Next Case|34]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Gifford could not have been shot at the time he called Morgan, as he was found with a bullet through his heart. The Detective’s theory was that Gifford wanted his death to appear as murder in order to protect his heavy insurance.
<center><i>The heart does not lie.</i><br>(Alfieri)</center>
> [[Next Case|34]]<center>CASE #9<br>
<i>They Usually Forget Something</i></center>
"Here is a good illustration of the old bromide that the smartest criminal leaves some clue in even the most carefully planned crime," mused Detective Morgan. "While in Colshire, a beautiful little English village, I was asked by the local police to assist them in a rather puzzling affair. "Suspicion of a particularly brutal murder had been directed toward an illiterate underworld character. He was accused of sending the following note found in the murdered man’s pocket:"
<i>sir john when i last seen you i sed i will kill you if the muney ain’t here by mundy; all of it<br>
yurs truly,<br>
XX</i>
<font color="red">Was the writer of the note</font>
> [[educated?|36]]
> [[illiterate?|35]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The note, although misspelled, poorly expressed, and written by a seemingly illiterate hand, was punctuated properly, in two places. A semicolon and a comma would not have been used had the writer been an uneducated man.
The murderer was found to be an extremely wealthy American whose sister had married the murdered man’s brother.
Force of habit had betrayed him!
<center><i>You write with ease to show your breeding,<br>
But easy writing’s curst hard reading.</i><br>(Sheridan)</center>
> [[Next Case|37]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The note, although misspelled, poorly expressed, and written by a seemingly illiterate hand, was punctuated properly, in two places. A semicolon and a comma would not have been used had the writer been an uneducated man.
The murderer was found to be an extremely wealthy American whose sister had married the murdered man’s brother.
Force of habit had betrayed him!
<center><i>You write with ease to show your breeding,<br>
But easy writing’s curst hard reading.</i><br>(Sheridan)</center>
> [[Next Case|37]]<center>CASE #10<br>
<i>The Detective Gives a Lesson</i></center>
"Cardoni came into Inspector Kelley’s office yesterday," said Morgan to his Criminology Class.
“I want to speak to you alone, Chief,” he said, eyeing me with frank suspicion.
“It’s all right. Go ahead,” said Kelley.
“I’ve got some information on the Curtis kidnapers. How much is it worth?”
“That all depends. Let’s hear the story.”
“They’re in one of my old buildings, down on the East Side. Three men and a woman. All you’ve got to do, Chief, is to take this, walk in an’ surprise ’em,” said our informer, tossing a Yale key on Kelley’s desk. They rented a room from me about a week ago.”
> [[Continue|38]]
“Sounds much too easy, Cardoni. I want something more definite than that. What makes you think they’re the kidnapers?”
“I heard them having an argument as I was doing some repair work in the hall. One of the guys threatened to squeal if he didn’t get a bigger cut. It sounded interestin’, so I peeked through the keyhole. They were sittin’ at a table in the middle of the room on which there was a stack of money.”
“Your story doesn’t yet show they had any connection with the Curtis kidnaping,” Kelley said.
“NO? Well, last night I heard them mention ‘Curtis’ several times. And that ain’t all,” continued Cardoni, with a triumphant air. “Here’s a code message one of them must have dropped. Well, Chief, how much do I get?”
<font color="red">Is Cardoni telling the truth?</font>
> [[Yes.|40]]
> [[No.|39]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Cardoni said he saw the kidnapers around a table as he peered through the keyhole. Yale locks do not have keyholes.
The class found this an easy one—did you?
<center><i>Since your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a milstone, but cleane through the minde.</i><br>(Lyly)</center>
> [[Next Case|41]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Cardoni said he saw the kidnapers around a table as he peered through the keyhole. Yale locks do not have keyholes.
The class found this an easy one—did you?
<center><i>Since your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a milstone, but cleane through the minde.</i><br>(Lyly)</center>
> [[Next Case|41]]<center>CASE #11<br>
<i>Upstairs and Down</i></center>
"Let’s hear your story," said Inspector Kelley to Policeman Kirk, as Morgan dropped into a comfortable chair at Headquarters.
"The neighbors were worried because they hadn’t seen old lady Brill about for a couple of days and asked me to investigate. Getting no answer to my ring, I broke open the front door, ran upstairs, and, not seeing her, ran down and through the hall, unlocked the kitchen door, and found her on the floor, a bullet through her heart and a gun beside her. The windows and the doors to the porch and cellar were locked on the inside and nothing seemed to be disturbed. Looked like suicide to me. However, I learned her nephew was at the house yesterday about the time the doctor said she died, so I brought him in," concluded Kirk.
"Why did you run upstairs before examining the lower floor?" asked Kelley.
>[[Continue|42]]
"Thought I heard a noise up there, sir," replied the policeman.
"Any finger-prints on the gun?" inquired Morgan.
"Just those of the old lady," answered Kelley.
"I have a key to the house," interrupted the nephew. "I went in yesterday, called to her, but she didn’t answer, so I thought she’d gone out."
"Did you go upstairs?" asked Morgan.
"Yes, I ran up there, calling her name, but came right down again and left immediately."
<font color="red">How did old lady Brill die?</font>
> [[Suicide.|43]]
> [[Murder.|44]]
score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The policeman ran through the hall and unlocked the kitchen door.
The doors to the porch and cellar were locked on the inside. Had the old lady committed suicide, she could not have locked the door leading to the hall from the outside.
The murderer, in leaving, locked this door and forgot to remove the key. The inevitable slip!
<center><i>A blockhead cannot come in, nor go away, like a man of sense.</i><br>(Bruyère)</center>
> [[Next Case|45]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The policeman ran through the hall and unlocked the kitchen door.
The doors to the porch and cellar were locked on the inside. Had the old lady committed suicide, she could not have locked the door leading to the hall from the outside.
The murderer, in leaving, locked this door and forgot to remove the key. The inevitable slip!
<center><i>A blockhead cannot come in, nor go away, like a man of sense.</i><br>(Bruyère)</center>
> [[Next Case|45]]<center>CASE #12<br>
<i>Class Day</i></center>
"Baklioff, in person, combined with 'Grand Hotel,' had packed the Paramount," said the Detective. "Every seat was occupied and standing-room was at a premium. What an opening it was!" he continued. As the picture neared its end and the orchestra, under the magnificent leadership of Baklioff, reached the climax of Mascagni’s 'Cavalleria Rusticana,' a shot rang out.
Inspector Kelley who accompanied me, was immediately on his feet bellowing, "Lights!” They were quickly turned on and the picture stopped. Warning everyone to keep his seat, we started for the back of the theater, when a man’s body slumped out of a seat and fell almost at our feet. A hurried examination disclosed he had been shot in the back of the head and that he was an extremely tall man.
> [[Continue|46]]
Leaving Kelley to look after things, I hurried to the operator’s booth. When almost there, I heard another shot and knew I was too late. Entering the small compartment, hung under the balcony, I found the operator with a bullet through his temple and a smoking revolver by his side.
“Not much to this,” I remarked, as Kelley joined me.
“I wonder if he got the right man,” commented the Inspector. “I don’t understand how he could have made such a splendid shot under the circumstances. Amazing!”
"Was the dead man sitting in an aisle seat?" interrupted one of the class.
"Yes," replied Morgan.
<font color="red">Is Detective Morgan's story</font>
> [[true?|47]]
> [[false?|48]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The students readily recognized the absurdity of the Detective’s story which he had given to his class to test their quick detection of a glaring inconsistency. If it must be explained, an orchestra under personal leadership does not play during the showing of a "talkie." Right?
<center><i>Wit marries ideas lying far apart, by a sudden jerk of the understanding.</i><br>(Whipple)</center>
> [[Next Case|49]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The students readily recognized the absurdity of the Detective’s story which he had given to his class to test their quick detection of a glaring inconsistency. If it must be explained, an orchestra under personal leadership does not play during the showing of a "talkie." Right?
<center><i>Wit marries ideas lying far apart, by a sudden jerk of the understanding.</i><br>(Whipple)</center>
> [[Next Case|49]]<center>CASE #13<br>
<i>A Hot Pursuit</i></center>
"Hello, Smith," said Detective Morgan as he opened the door. "What’s up?"
"Uncle Fred’s house has been robbed. He had some negotiable bonds in the library safe and told me to stick close to home until he returned from New York."
"Were they stolen?" interrogated Morgan.
"I’m afraid so. I was up in my bedroom about twenty minutes ago when I heard a noise. I rushed downstairs just in time to see a man dash out of the library. I ran after him and, as I passed the door, I noticed the safe was open, so I suppose he got the bonds. He jumped into a waiting automobile and I trailed him in my car which, fortunately, was standing in front of the house, but he got away from me."
> [[Continue|50]]
"Did you get his license number?"
"No. Couldn’t see it. When I lost him in the traffic, I drove right over here."
"Didn’t you keep the house locked while you were upstairs?"
"Yes, but the burglar chiseled open a cellar window."
"Well, let’s go over and have a look," suggested Morgan.
When they reached the Smith home, they found the bonds gone.
"Did you lock the front door when you ran out of the house?"
"Why—er," replied Smith nervously, "the door locks automatically. I don’t know what Uncle Fred will say when he gets back."
<font color="red">Who stole the bonds?</font>
> [[The unknown burglar.|52]]
> [[Smith.|51]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Smith said he <i>ran</i> after the burglar. Had he done so he could not have known the cellar window had been chiseled open. Therefore, his story was obviously faked.
<center><i>A lie never lives to be old.</i><br>(Sophocles)</center>
> [[Next Case|53]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Smith said he <i>ran</i> after the burglar. Had he done so he could not have known the cellar window had been chiseled open. Therefore, his story was obviously faked.
<center><i>A lie never lives to be old.</i><br>(Sophocles)</center>
> [[Next Case|53]]<center>CASE #14<br>
<i>A Question of Identity</i></center>
Detective Morgan and three of his friends were enjoying their weekly "get together" at Bennie's Pub.
"Morgan," said Patrie, "tell us something about that Yelpir murder case you were working on."
"Well, gentlemen," he replied, sipping his beer, "as you know, Yelpir’s affairs were common knowledge, and the fact that several women had reasons to wish him dead complicated matters a bit. His body was found in his study, which opened on to a corridor. At the other end of the corridor and directly opposite it a staircase led to the servants’ quarters above."
> [[Continue|54]]
"Diana Lane, a house guest of Mrs. Yelpir at the time of the murder, was questioned, and she appeared nervous. She insisted, however, that she had been in her room at the time Yelpir was slain."
"Nora, a servant, testified that, as she was descending the stairs leading from the servants’ quarters, at midnight, she saw Diana Lane, wearing her famous emerald pendant and dressed in an enticing black negligée, walk down the lighted corridor to Yelpir’s room. She said she followed a minute later and heard Diana and Yelpir violently quarreling. She returned to the servants’ quarters and, as she opened the door of her room, she heard a shot. In the face of such evidence, Miss Lane admitted having gone to the study at the time, but protested her innocence, declaring she had remained only a minute."
<font color="red">Was Nora telling the truth?</font>
> [[No.|55]]
> [[Yes.|56]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
As Diana Lane was walking down the corridor with her back to Nora, it was impossible for the servant to know Diana was wearing her famous emerald pendant.
<center><i>There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.</i><br>(Hawthorne)</center>
> [[Next Case|57]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
As Diana Lane was walking down the corridor with her back to Nora, it was impossible for the servant to know Diana was wearing her famous emerald pendant.
<center><i>There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.</i><br>(Hawthorne)</center>
> [[Next Case|57]]<center>CASE #15<br>
<i>A Yachtsman’s Alibi</i></center>
"I’ve often remarked," said Detective Morgan, in an expansive mood, "how very difficult it is to fake an alibi without someone’s assistance. A case in point is a messy affair we cleared up recently. I didn’t definitely suspect Picus when I happened to bump into him at the Fourth-of-July parade, the morning after an acquaintance of his had been found dead under suspicious circumstances. I rather casually asked him where he had been and what he had been doing the previous afternoon about four o’clock, the apparent time of the man’s death. He related the following story:"
“I took my sailboat out about noon yesterday. It was great on the water. Around three o’clock, however, when I was perhaps ten miles out, the wind died down completely. There wasn’t a breath of air, and I knew that, unless I could attract some boat, I was in for an uncomfortable time.
> [[Continue|58]]Remembering that the international distress signal is a flag flown upside down, I ran mine up to the top of the mast in that manner. Thank God it was a clear day. “In about an hour the steamer Leone hove to, and I went aboard her after securing my boat with a towline. The Captain said he had seen my distress signal about four miles away and would put me ashore at Gladsome Landing. He did so, and, as there was no one about, I hailed a passing motorist who gave me a lift back to town. Imagine my surprise when I read in the paper this morning that the Leone had been sunk in a storm after putting me ashore, and all hands had been lost!”
<font color="red">Was the alibi that Picus gave</font>
> [[true?|59]]
> [[false?|60]]
score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
As Picus said there was no breeze, the distress flag would have hung limp against the mast, and the Captain could not have seen, at that distance, whether or not the flag was upside down.
That’s all the Detective needed to determine the falsity of his alibi. However, Picus was a poor sailor. While the International Distress Signal is a flag flown upside down, it is by custom and regulation always flown at half-mast.
<center><i>...And the sea charm’d into a calm so still<br>That not a wrinkle ruffles her smooth face.</i><br>(Dryden)</center>
> [[Next Case|61]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
As Picus said there was no breeze, the distress flag would have hung limp against the mast, and the Captain could not have seen, at that distance, whether or not the flag was upside down.
That’s all the Detective needed to determine the falsity of his alibi. However, Picus was a poor sailor. While the International Distress Signal is a flag flown upside down, it is by custom and regulation always flown at half-mast.
<center><i>...And the sea charm’d into a calm so still<br>That not a wrinkle ruffles her smooth face.</i><br>(Dryden)</center>
> [[Next Case|61]]<center> CASE #16<br>
<i>Murder at Coney Island</i></center>
Inspector Kelley and Detective Morgan were seated in the former’s office when Policeman Fanning and his charge entered. After Fanning’s hurried explanation, Jasper told his story:
"I’m the ticket taker on a merry-go-round at Coney Island. This bein’ Saturday, we had a big crowd. The trip was almost over when I reached out, saying, “Ticket, please,” and I see this woman sittin’ up in the middle of the chariot with that terrible look on her face. She didn’t answer, and when I shook her, she slumped over in the corner. I screamed, jumped off, and ran for the manager. I got blood on my hand when I shook her. Yes, sir, she’d ridden a couple of times and I seen the man she was with on the two rides before," continued Jasper, giving a detailed description of him. "I happened to see him jump off just before I got to her."
> [[Continue|62]]
"The doctor said she had been stabbed through the heart and had died instantly?" queried Morgan.
"That’s right, sir," replied the policeman.
"It seems strange, Jasper," remarked the Detective, "that you can give such a good description of this woman’s companion on two previous rides when you just “happened” to notice him jump off. Does the merry-go-round ever make you dizzy?"
"No, sir; I’m used to it."
<font color="red">Is Jasper's story</font>
> [[true?|63]]
> [[false?|64]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Jasper said he found the woman sitting <i>up</i> in the <i>middle</i> of the chariot. The motion of the merry-go-round would have made it impossible for a dead body to remain upright in the middle of the chariot.
<center><i>Sir, you are giving a reason for it; but that will not make it right...</i><br>(Johnson)</center>
> [[Next Case|65]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Jasper said he found the woman sitting <i>up</i> in the <i>middle</i> of the chariot. The motion of the merry-go-round would have made it impossible for a dead body to remain upright in the middle of the chariot.
<center><i>Sir, you are giving a reason for it; but that will not make it right...</i><br>(Johnson)</center>
> [[Next Case|65]]<center>CASE #17<br>
<i>Too Clever</i></center>
"Receiving no reply to my ring and finding the door unlocked, I went in," said Albert Lynch. "Dawson was seated at his desk shot through the head. Seeing he was dead, I called the police and remained here."
"Touch anything, Lynch?" asked Detective Morgan.
"No, sir, nothing."
"Positive of that, are you?"
"Absolutely, sir."
> [[Continue|66]]
The Detective made a careful examination of the desk and found Dawson had been writing a letter at the bottom of which and covered by the dead man’s hand, was a penned message: "A. L. did thi——" and weakly trailed off.
Further examination disclosed several kinds of writing-paper, a pen-tray holding the recently used pen, inkwell, eraser, stamps, letters, and bills. The gun from which the shot had been fired was on the floor by the side of the chair, and the bullet was found embedded in the divan.
<font color="red">Did Dawson write the note?</font>
> [[Yes.|67]]
> [[No.|68]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The murderer tried to give the impression that Dawson had died before finishing the incriminating note. Had he written it and died before completing it, he could not have put the pen back in the tray where it was found.
In his effort to incriminate Lynch, the murderer had been too cautious. A costly oversight.
<center><i>Man’s caution often into danger turns,<br>And his guard falling crushes him to death.</i><br>(Young)</center>
> [[Next Case|69]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The murderer tried to give the impression that Dawson had died before finishing the incriminating note. Had he written it and died before completing it, he could not have put the pen back in the tray where it was found.
In his effort to incriminate Lynch, the murderer had been too cautious. A costly oversight.
<center><i>Man’s caution often into danger turns,<br>And his guard falling crushes him to death.</i><br>(Young)</center>
> [[Next Case|69]]<center>CASE #18<br>
<i>Bloody Murder</i></center>
"A bad mess, this," said Detective Morgan to Sergeant Reynolds, as they viewed the bloody scene.
"Yeah, I wish these guys wouldn’t be quite so thorough when they bump themselves off," replied Reynolds as he set grimly to work.
A man with his throat cut, the head almost severed, sat slumped over a blood-spattered desk. What a horrible sight! His bloodstained coat flung across the room, the razor! the shirt! the tie! his hands! covered with blood, made a ghastly and awesome picture framed by the flickering light of a dying candle.
After turning on the lights, Morgan bent down to take a closer look at the man.
> [[Continue|70]]
"His face seems vaguely familiar, Sergeant, but I can’t recall at the moment where I’ve seen him. How long has he been dead, Doctor?"
"About two hours," replied the police surgeon.
At this moment the telephone rang. The caller, upon hearing Morgan's voice, immediately disconnected.
"Odd," murmured the Detective as he hung up the receiver. "I remember now where I saw this man. His name is Thompson."
As he glanced around, he observed that the alarm-clock on the dresser had stopped just two hours and fifteen minutes before.
The telephone rang again and Morgan motioned Reynolds to answer.
"Hello!" he said. "Mr. Thompson stepped out for a few minutes. Leave your number. I’ll have him call you." The man at the other end inquired who was speaking and, when Reynolds replied, "A friend," he hung up.
<font color="red">This case is</font>
> [[a suicide.|71]]
> [[a murder.|72]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The Detective knew it was not suicide, because Thompson’s coat, which was flung <i>across</i> the room, was blood-stained. Quite impossible if he had taken his own life.
<center><i>Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.</i><br>(Chapman)</center>
> [[Next Case|73]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The Detective knew it was not suicide, because Thompson’s coat, which was flung <i>across</i> the room, was blood-stained. Quite impossible if he had taken his own life.
<center><i>Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.</i><br>(Chapman)</center>
> [[Next Case|73]]<center> CASE #19<br>
<i>Death Back-Stage</i></center>
Claudia Mason, beautiful and popular young actress, was found lying across the chaise-longue in her elaborately furnished dressing-room, dead from a bullet wound in the temple.
She had sold her jewels and, with an heroic gesture, partially paid her many debts.
Near Claudia’s right hand, Sergeant Reynolds picked up the revolver with which she had been killed, and after careful examination said:
"No finger-prints, of course. Gosh, Morgan, there’s two rocks she didn’t sell," he exclaimed, pointing to a large emerald on her left hand and a diamond on her right.
"Call Maria, her maid. I want to find out who this fellow is," said the Detective, nodding toward a man’s photograph signed, Juan. "This was evidently addressed to him," he said, passing over a note which read:
> [[Continue|74]]
<i>Dear Juan:
I am so despondent. The money from my jewels was not nearly enough.
Claudia</i>
"Not many of these dames kill themselves over their debts," muttered Reynolds as he went to call Maria.
The maid entered the room, sobbing and hysterical.
"Who is Juan?" asked Morgan.
"He’s the leading man in the show."
"Why wasn’t this note delivered to him?"
> [[Continue|75]]"I forgot it."
"You found her?"
"Yes. When I came to help her dress she—was—like that!"
"Is Juan in his dressing-room now?"
"I believe so."
When Reynolds brought him into Claudia’s room, he dropped to his knees beside the dead girl.
"My God! She’s killed herself!"
<font color="red">How did Claudia Mason die?</font>
> [[As a result of suicide.|76]]
> [[As a result of murder.|77]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
There were <i>no</i> finger-prints on the gun which killed Claudia Mason. She could not have shot herself in the temple and then wiped off the revolver.
The murderer neglected to get her fingerprints on the gun.
<center><i>A fool cannot be an actor, though an actor may act a fool’s part.</i><br>(Sophocles)</center>
> [[Next Case|78]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
There were <i>no</i> finger-prints on the gun which killed Claudia Mason. She could not have shot herself in the temple and then wiped off the revolver.
The murderer neglected to get her fingerprints on the gun.
<center><i>A fool cannot be an actor, though an actor may act a fool’s part.</i><br>(Sophocles)</center>
> [[Next Case|78]]<center> CASE #20<br>
<i>An Easy Combination</i></center>
"I was working late, preparing an advertising campaign," continued Fellows whom Detective Morgan had been questioning. "About ten-fifteen I heard the outer office door click. Being unarmed, I hurriedly turned out the lights in my office and waited breathlessly, as there was a large sum of money in the safe. I knew my chances of attracting attention from the tenth floor were small, so, reaching for the telephone, I hastily dialed Headquarters and told them in a low voice to send help immediately. Then, creeping noiselessly to the open safe, I gently shut the door, twirled the combination, and crawled behind that big old-fashioned desk. Shortly afterward the robber entered my office, flashed his light over the place, and went to the safe. He had it open in a few minutes, took the money, and left. That’s all I know about it."
> [[Continue|79]]
"What time is it now, Mr. Fellows?" inquired Morgan.
"Why, I haven’t a watch."
"How, then, did you know it was about ten-fifteen when you heard the door click?"
"I had gone next door for a sandwich and as I left I glanced at the restaurant clock and noticed it was ten-five. I had been back about five minutes," replied Fellows.
"You say the burglar was masked," continued the Detective. "How did you know it?"
"As he focused his flashlight on the combination and bent over, I saw the mask," returned Fellows belligerently.
<font color="red">Is Fellows</font>
> [[telling a lie?|80]]
> [[telling the truth?|81]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
It would have been impossible for Fellows to have hastily dialed a number in the <i>dark</i>. Try it with a rotary dial phone!
<center><i>Haste trips up its own heels, fetters and stops itself.</i><br>(Seneca)</center>
> [[Next Case|82]]
score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
It would have been impossible for Fellows to have hastily dialed a number in the <i>dark</i>. Try it with a rotary dial phone!
<center><i>Haste trips up its own heels, fetters and stops itself.</i><br>(Seneca)</center>
> [[Next Case|82]]
<center>CASE #21<br>
<i>A Modern Knight</i></center>
"There was hardly a breath of air as we sat on the terrace enjoying tea," reminisced Detective Morgan. "Rocca excused himself, saying he wished to telephone. Shortly after he entered the house, we heard a shot. I rushed into the drawing-room and found Rocca, smoking gun in hand, staring dumbly at the chair in front of the open window which held the huddled body of Chase. A hasty examination disclosed the telephone receiver off the hook, a single cigarette stub of Rocca’s brand in the ash-tray, a bullet-hole in the gauze curtain six inches below the window-sill, and Rocca’s open cigarette-case in Chase’s lap. His replies to my hastily put questions were evasive. Inspector Kelley arrived while I was talking and took up the questioning."
“Did you use the telephone?”
“Yes.”
> [[Continue|83]]
“You came directly to this room and did not leave it?”
“Yes.”
“Chase was engaged to your sister?”
“Yes, he was.”
“Did you offer Chase a cigarette?”
“I did.”
“How did that dent get in your cigarette-case?”
“I dropped it about a week ago.”
“Did you shoot Chase?”
“I refuse to answer that question.”
> [[Continue|84]]
At this point the doctor arrived and located the bullet in Chase’s body. Rocca then admitted Chase had been shot with the gun found in his own hand, but stubbornly refused to say anything more.
“What’s your opinion, Detective?” Kelley asked.
<font color="red">Who killed Chase?</font>
> [[Rocca.|85]]
> [[Rocca's sister.|86]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The fact that the bullet was found in the body and the only trace of its firing was the hole in the curtain below the window-sill proved conclusively the shot could not have been fired from within the room.
Rocca entered at the moment his sister shot Chase from outside. Grabbing the gun from her hand, he chivalrously protected her.
<center><i>But, friend, the thing is clear—speaks for itself.</i><br>(Aristophanes)</center>
> [[Next Case|87]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The fact that the bullet was found in the body and the only trace of its firing was the hole in the curtain below the window-sill proved conclusively the shot could not have been fired from within the room.
Rocca entered at the moment his sister shot Chase from outside. Grabbing the gun from her hand, he chivalrously protected her.
<center><i>But, friend, the thing is clear—speaks for itself.</i><br>(Aristophanes)</center>
> [[Next Case|87]]<center>CASE #22<br>
<i>The Jewel Robbery</i></center>
"You say that as your butler called for help, a stranger, by the name of Dudley, was passing the house and rushed in?"
"That’s right," Owings corroborated, as the two men sat in Morgan's study. "It was rather late last Friday evening before I was ready to leave town for the week-end, and as Stuben, the butler, wasn’t feeling well, I told him to stay upstairs and that I would lock up when I left. "I had some diamonds in the safe, so he said he wouldn’t leave the house until I returned," continued Owings.
"About eleven that night, he heard a humming noise and, having the diamonds in mind, ran downstairs to investigate. Finding the wall safe open and the jewels gone, he let out a scream for help. Stuben has been with me for years, Detective, and I have implicit faith in him."
> [[Continue|88]]
"Did Dudley see anyone leave?" asked Fordney.
"No; the robber or robbers must have left by the back door, as Dudley was right in front of the house when he heard Stuben’s call for help," replied Owings. "Both men say the room smelled of cigarette smoke, so the burglars must have just left."
"Was the back door unlocked?" inquired the Detective.
"No, it was closed. It has a device which locks it automatically from the outside when it’s pulled to."
<font color="red">The story by Stuben and Dudley is</font>
> [[true.|89]]
> [[false.|90]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The butler said that, as he called for help, Dudley, a stranger, rushed in.
Owings had locked up before leaving and, therefore, Dudley could not have rushed in through a locked door. The robbery was obviously framed by Stuben and Dudley.
<center><i>Absurdities die of self-strangulation.</i><br>(Haliburton)</center>
> [[Next Case|91]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The butler said that, as he called for help, Dudley, a stranger, rushed in.
Owings had locked up before leaving and, therefore, Dudley could not have rushed in through a locked door. The robbery was obviously framed by Stuben and Dudley.
<center><i>Absurdities die of self-strangulation.</i><br>(Haliburton)</center>
> [[Next Case|91]]<center>CASE #23<br>
<i>Before the Coroner’s Inquest</i></center>
"Let’s run over your testimony before the inquest opens," said Morgan.
"All right," replied Curry.
"About three-thirty on Thursday, I got into the boat in front of my cottage and rowed upstream. About fifty yards below the bridge, I looked up and saw Scott and Dawson going across it in opposite directions. As the two men passed, Scott reached out, grabbed Dawson, and hit him in the jaw. Then he pulled a gun, and, in the scuffle that followed, Scott fell off the bridge. He dropped into the water, but, as the current was strong, by the time I reached the spot, he had sunk. When I finally pulled him into the boat, he was dead."
"Was it a clear day?" asked Morgan.
> [[Continue|92]]
"Well, it had been showering early in the afternoon, but the sun was shining then."
"Are you positive Scott got that bruise by hitting his head on the rocks when he fell? The prosecution, you know, is going to claim that Dawson hit him on the head with something, then deliberately pushed him off the bridge," commented Morgan.
"I know he got that bruise on the rocks," stated Curry emphatically.
<font color="red">The story by Curry is</font>
> [[true.|93]]
> [[false.|94]]
score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Curry could not possibly have "looked up" while rowing <i>upstream</i> and seen the action he described which took place fifty yards <i>behind</i> him.
<center><i>The eyes of other people are the eyes that ruin us.
</i><br>(Franklin)</center>
> [[Next Case|95]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Curry could not possibly have "looked up" while rowing <i>upstream</i> and seen the action he described which took place fifty yards <i>behind</i> him.
<center><i>The eyes of other people are the eyes that ruin us.
</i><br>(Franklin)</center>
> [[Next Case|95]]<center>CASE #24<br>
<i>The Fifth Avenue Hold-Up</i></center>
"What’s the hurry?" asked Detective Morgan, as Baldwin collided with him in the doorway of the office at the back of the exclusive Cross Jewelry Store.
"I—I—was going to help search for the robbers," stammered Baldwin as he backed into the office.
"Well, tell me what happened first," said Morgan, as Dr. Lyman, police surgeon, knelt beside Mr. Cross.
"There’s the special safe for the emerald behind that miniature portrait. I was in here when Mr. Cross entered with two gentlemen," exclaimed Baldwin nervously.
"He asked me to bring in a tray of diamonds. I set it on the table—both men pulled guns and as Cross protested, one of them knocked him unconscious with a blow on the head. The other forced me into that chair saying, “All right, buddy. We’ll wait on ourselves.”
> [[Continue|96]]
Then he put the diamonds in his pocket. I’m thankful I’m alive. I telephoned Headquarters, then rushed out into the store, but they had escaped," concluded Baldwin.
"So they got away with the famous Cross emerald, eh?"
"Yes. The safe door was slightly open. Mr. Cross tried to call my attention to it with a jerk of his thumb as the robber pocketed the diamonds. Otherwise they wouldn’t have discovered it."
"How is he, Doctor?" asked Morgan.
"He’ll never come to, I’m afraid. Those two blows on the head were a bit too much for him."
<font color="red">Did Baldwin steal the Cross emerald?</font>
> [[Yes.|97]]
> [[No.|98]]
score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Baldwin said, "Mr. Cross tried to call my attention to it (safe) with a jerk of his thumb" at a time when Cross was unconscious. Obviously impossible. Baldwin was lying, which there was no reason for doing had he been innocent.
<center><i>When all sins are old in us, and go upon crutches.<br>Covetousness does but then lie in her cradle.
</i><br>(Decker)</center>
> [[Next Case|99]]score: score - 2
--
<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Baldwin said, "Mr. Cross tried to call my attention to it (safe) with a jerk of his thumb" at a time when Cross was unconscious. Obviously impossible. Baldwin was lying, which there was no reason for doing had he been innocent.
<center><i>When all sins are old in us, and go upon crutches.<br>Covetousness does but then lie in her cradle.
</i><br>(Decker)</center>
> [[Next Case|99]]<center>CASE #25<br>
<i>Behind Locked Doors</i></center>
At the Collingham home Detective Morgan found Clive Kingston, the Judge’s nephew, and Watkins, the butler, greatly excited. Forcing the library door, locked for three months, they saw the Judge seated in front of the fireplace opposite the door, apparently dead.
"Wait!" called Morgan to Watkins, who had rushed into the room.
"He’s all right," said Kingston, as he and Morgan halted over the threshold.
"Perhaps, but I don’t want any clues obliterated. Come back carefully and get us a couple of small rugs, Watkins," commanded Morgan.
Walking only on the rugs placed over the thick, plain carpet, Morgan and Kingston reached the Judge’s side and found him dead—shot through the heart.
> [[Continue|100]]
Kingston called the Detective’s attention to footprints in the carpet near the fireplace. As he fitted his shoe to an impression, he said, "These are mine, and those, of course, must be Watkins’s."
"Throw me your shoe," called Morgan to the butler, standing in the doorway. "Yes, these are yours all right, and I can see the third set was made by the Judge—notice the impression left by his peculiarly constructed right shoe."
"There’s the gun under the table," called the butler.
"Pretty sharp eyes, Watkins," said the Detective, picking up and critically examining the gun. "No finger-prints, of course," he mused.
"Look!" exclaimed Kingston, "the glass in that picture is broken. Were two shots fired?"
> [[Continue|101]]
"Only one," said Morgan, as with great care he picked the Judge’s nose-glasses from his lap where they had fallen, unbroken. "I think I know now who murdered your uncle."
<font color="red">Who killed the Judge?</font>
> [[Clive Kingston, the nephew.|102]]
> [[Watkins, the butler.|103]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Kingston thought his boldness in calling attention to his own footprints in the carpet would distract Morgan’s attention from their significance.
The room had been locked for three months. Of the three men, only Watkins rushed into the room; Morgan and Kingston halting over the threshold. Therefore, the fact that Kingston’s footprints were found near the chair in which his uncle sat dead pointed directly to him as the murderer.
<center><i>Cunning differs from wisdom<br>As twilight from open day.</i><br>(Dr. Johnson)</center>
> [[Next Case|104]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Kingston thought his boldness in calling attention to his own footprints in the carpet would distract Morgan’s attention from their significance.
The room had been locked for three months. Of the three men, only Watkins rushed into the room; Morgan and Kingston halting over the threshold. Therefore, the fact that Kingston’s footprints were found near the chair in which his uncle sat dead pointed directly to him as the murderer.
<center><i>Cunning differs from wisdom<br>As twilight from open day.</i><br>(Dr. Johnson)</center>
> [[Next Case|104]]<center>CASE #26<br>
<i>Lost at Sea</i></center>
"Tell us exactly what happened," said Detective Morgan as he sat in his study with Mrs. Rollins.
"It was a dark, moonless night. At twelve o’clock, when we were about ten miles off Point Breeze, I retired to my cabin, leaving my husband on deck. We were alone on the boat. In a few minutes, hearing loud shouts, I joined him again. We could hear a boat approaching, running without lights, as were we. My husband told me to return to the cabin, which I did. Soon after doing so a bump, tramping feet, and loud swearing told me our visitors had come aboard. I went up and, just as I stepped on deck, a man put a gun against my ribs and told me to keep quiet. My husband was engaged in a terrific fight with two others.
> [[Continue|105]]
They must have known he always carried that leather bag of loose diamonds because, when he dropped it in the fight, one of them picked it up from the deck. They finally knocked him unconscious and took him to their boat after binding and gagging me. As you know, I was found drifting next morning by that fisherman."
"How was your husband dressed?" inquired Morgan.
"It was very hot—he had no shirt on, but wore dark trousers."
"Shoes or tennis slippers?"
"Why—shoes, of course," replied Mrs. Rollins with noticeable hesitation.
<font color="red">Is Mrs. Rollins telling the truth?</font>
> [[Yes.|106]]
> [[No.|107]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
It would have been impossible for Mrs. Rollins to have seen a man pick up from the deck the bag of diamonds. On a dark, moonless night at sea one literally cannot see his hand before his face.
<center><i>The repose of darkness is deeper on the water than on the land.</i><br>(Victor Hugo)</center>
> [[Next Case|108]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
It would have been impossible for Mrs. Rollins to have seen a man pick up from the deck the bag of diamonds. On a dark, moonless night at sea one literally cannot see his hand before his face.
<center><i>The repose of darkness is deeper on the water than on the land.</i><br>(Victor Hugo)</center>
> [[Next Case|108]]<center>CASE #27<br>
<i>A Suave Gunman</i></center>
"Can you describe this fellow?" asked Detective Morgan of Henry Taylor, manager of the National Theater.
"Yes. He was a tall, well-dressed, good-looking chap. Wore a panama hat, turned-down brim, blue coat, smart blue tie, natty white flannels with silver belt-buckle, black-and-white sport shoes, and had a general air of culture and refinement."
"Just what did he do?"
"As I was counting the receipts, he came into the office, gun in hand, and commanded me to get up from the desk and move over by that table. After putting the money in a brief-case he carried, he took out a cigarette and asked me to light it for him, still covering me, of course. Then he gagged me and tied me to the chair, after which he opened the door, looked cautiously about, came back and, with a quiet “sorry” and a warning, turned and left.
> [[Continue|109]]As he passed through the door, he unbuttoned his coat and slipped the revolver into his back pocket. The show was just letting out, so I suppose he mingled with the crowd and escaped," Taylor concluded.
"Are you insured against this loss of eight thousand dollars?" inquired Morgan.
"Yes."
"Could you see the color of the bandit’s hair?"
"It was blond."
"Anything unusual about him?"
"No. Except that he was constantly clearing his throat in a peculiar manner," replied Taylor.
"Left- or right-handed?"
"Why—I’m not sure. Right-handed, though, I think."
<font color="red">Is Taylor telling the truth?</font>
> [[No.|110]]
> [[Yes.|111]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Taylor said the bandit wore a silver belt-buckle. This he could not have seen, for he stated: "As the robber passed through the door, he unbuttoned his coat and slipped the revolver in his back pocket."
It would have been impossible for Taylor to have seen the man’s belt-buckle when his coat was buttoned.
As this statement was false, the rest of his account was disregarded by the Detective.
<center><i>He draweth out the thread of his verbosity<br>Finer than the staple of his argument.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|112]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Taylor said the bandit wore a silver belt-buckle. This he could not have seen, for he stated: "As the robber passed through the door, he unbuttoned his coat and slipped the revolver in his back pocket."
It would have been impossible for Taylor to have seen the man’s belt-buckle when his coat was buttoned.
As this statement was false, the rest of his account was disregarded by the Detective.
<center><i>He draweth out the thread of his verbosity<br>Finer than the staple of his argument.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|112]]<center>CASE #28<br>
<i>Accidental Death</i></center>
Returning to town late one night, Detective Morgan was driving along an unfrequented road when the sight of a motor-cycle policeman examining a car in a ditch caused him to stop and offer his services. Joining the policeman, he found that a man, obviously the driver, had been thrown through the windshield and was lying about six feet from the car.
His examination disclosed that the man had been terribly cut about the head. The jugular vein was completely severed. The bent steering-wheel, shattered glass, and the blood on the front seat and floor of the car were mute evidence of the tragedy.
Morgan also noted the speedometer had stopped at 62.
> [[Continue|113]]A search of the body revealed nothing unusual except that the man wore only one glove. The other could not be found. The Detective was pondering this when the policeman handed him his report of accidental death, saying, "Is that how you see it, sir?"
<font color="red">Is the policeman correct?</font>
> [[Yes.|114]]
> [[No.|115]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Had the man’s injuries been caused only by being thrown through the windshield, there would have been no blood on the front seat of the car. Therefore, the Detective knew the blood on the seat had been caused by injuries to the man, with probable murderous intent, before he was thrown through the windshield.
His assailant had killed him, started the car, and had then hopped off the running-board, hoping the wreckage would cover the murder.
<center><i>Forethought we may have, undoubtedly, but not foresight.</i><br>(Napoleon)</center>
> [[Next Case|116]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Had the man’s injuries been caused only by being thrown through the windshield, there would have been no blood on the front seat of the car. Therefore, the Detective knew the blood on the seat had been caused by injuries to the man, with probable murderous intent, before he was thrown through the windshield.
His assailant had killed him, started the car, and had then hopped off the running-board, hoping the wreckage would cover the murder.
<center><i>Forethought we may have, undoubtedly, but not foresight.</i><br>(Napoleon)</center>
> [[Next Case|116]]<center>CASE #29<br>
<i>Easy Money</i></center>
"Mr. Walker hurried into the kitchen," said the valet to Detective Morgan, "and told me he was called away unexpectedly and that I was to go to his library and take the money he had won last night to the bank."
"I was busy," he continued, "but in about five minutes I went through the hall, and, thinking I heard a noise, I stopped and listened at the study door. There was someone moving about. The door was open. As I peered around it, I saw a masked man, gun in hand, hesitating near the fireplace. Then he went over to the table in the center of the room, picked up the stacks of ten- and twenty-dollar bills, and left by the window. I called the police immediately and gave them a description."
"Exactly what time was that?" asked Morgan.
"Just about ten o’clock, sir."
> [[Continue|117]]
"Had you been in the library before that, this morning?"
"No, I hadn’t."
"Were you in your master’s room today?"
"No. What’s that got to do with it?"
"Nothing," murmured Morgan, "nothing at all! Does your master gamble often?"
"I don’t think so."
"How much did he win last night?"
"He didn’t say."
> [[Continue|118]]
"Humph," said Morgan, as he pointed to a bill on the floor, "the thief dropped one." "I see your master has quite a library," he continued, glancing around the large, beautifully furnished room. "Do you read much, Wilkins?"
"A bit, sir."
<font color="red">Who robbed Walker?</font>
> [[The masked man.|119]]
> [[Wilkins, his valet.|120]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Wilkins said he saw the burglar pick up a stack of ten- and twenty-dollar bills from the table in the center of the large library.
Had he not been guilty, he could not have known what the denominations of the bills were. It would have been impossible to have determined this from the doorway.
An unconscious slip on his part.
If you are doubtful, just try to determine the denomination of a stack of bills on a table in the center of a large room, from the doorway.
<center><i>For any man with half an eye,<br>What stands before him may espy;<br>
But optics sharp it needs I ween,<br>To see what is not to be seen.</i><br>(John Trumbull)</center>
> [[Next Case|121]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Wilkins said he saw the burglar pick up a stack of ten- and twenty-dollar bills from the table in the center of the large library.
Had he not been guilty, he could not have known what the denominations of the bills were. It would have been impossible to have determined this from the doorway.
An unconscious slip on his part.
If you are doubtful, just try to determine the denomination of a stack of bills on a table in the center of a large room, from the doorway.
<center><i>For any man with half an eye,<br>What stands before him may espy;<br>
But optics sharp it needs I ween,<br>To see what is not to be seen.</i><br>(John Trumbull)</center>
> [[Next Case|121]]<center>CASE #30<br>
<i>Robbery at High Noon</i></center>
"I wonder who had the nerve to commit such a robbery at high noon," mused Detective Morgan as he examined the safe, seventeen minutes after it had been rifled. "Same old story: no finger-prints, no evidence."
"Found anything?" asked Lawson nervously as he entered his drawing-room.
"Not yet. Are you here alone, Lawson?"
"No. John, my nephew, is staying with me. Everyone else is in town."
"Where is he now?"
"Oh, he left about an hour ago."
At 3.20 P.M. Morgan noticed Jones, the gardener, working at the edge of a flower-bed. He kept looking furtively at the house while he frantically covered over the hole he had dug. Finishing, he hurriedly walked toward the boat-landing.
> [[Continue|122]]
Morgan, following, reached the dock just as John guided his motor-boat in.
"Have a nice day?" asked Morgan.
"Yep. Had a grand run up the lakes."
"Where were you when your uncle’s safe was robbed?"
"Boy, I was hauling in a big muskie! What a battle he gave me! See him in the end of the boat? Isn’t he a beauty?"
"When did you return?" demanded Morgan of the gardener.
"I don’t know what time it was," he replied nervously, glancing at John.
"You must have some idea."
> [[Continue|123]]
"Well, it was about noon," he reluctantly answered.
"By the way, John, do you know the combination of your uncle’s safe?" inquired Morgan.
"Is that old weasel accusing me?"
"No, he isn’t."
<font color="red">Who is the prime suspect in the robbery?</font>
> [[Jones, the gardener.|124]]
> [[John, the nephew.|125]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
He was suspicious of John, the nephew, of course. Upon being asked where he was at the time of the robbery, he stated he was "hauling in a muskie."
Unless he had guilty knowledge, he could not possibly have known at what time the robbery was committed.
He fell neatly into the Detective’s trap, don’t you think?
<center><i>Let guilty men remember, their black deeds<br>Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.</i><br>(John Webster)</center>
> [[Next Case|126]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
He was suspicious of John, the nephew, of course. Upon being asked where he was at the time of the robbery, he stated he was "hauling in a muskie."
Unless he had guilty knowledge, he could not possibly have known at what time the robbery was committed.
He fell neatly into the Detective’s trap, don’t you think?
<center><i>Let guilty men remember, their black deeds<br>Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.</i><br>(John Webster)</center>
> [[Next Case|126]]<center>CASE #31<br>
<i>The Wrong Foot Forward</i></center>
"The witness says," explained the interpreter, that as the car came to a sudden stop the conductor ran to the front and yelled to the motorman, “You’ve done it again."
The small-statured foreigner on the witness stand looked bewildered and frightened.
"He further says that there were two sailors on the car and that they jumped off and ran."
"Have they been located yet?" inquired the Judge.
"No, Your Honor; we’ve been unable to trace them, although the conductor gave a good description," replied counsel.
"Proceed."
> [[Continue|127]]
The interpreter continued.
"Paslovsky, the witness, declares he had a clear view of the plaintiff when he got off. He states that just as the plaintiff put his foot on the ground, with his back to the front of the car, it gave a sudden start and he was thrown to the road."
"Can’t the witness understand or speak enough English to tell the court about that?" asked the Judge.
"No, Your Honor; he’s been in this country only two weeks."
"How can he get about at that hour of night alone, then?"
> [[Continue|128]]
"Some friends put him on the car and telephoned the people with whom he lives to meet him at the end of the line," replied counsel for the plaintiff.
"Continue."
"Paslovsky," declared the interpreter, "says he picked up this picture from the floor of the car—a snapshot of a sailor and a girl."
<font color="red">Did the Judge dismiss the suit for damages?</font>
> [[No.|129]]
> [[Yes.|130]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Paslovsky, the witness, who could not understand or speak enough English to make a simple statement to the court, yet knew <i>exactly</i> what the conductor yelled to the motorman.
This was so patently impossible that the Judge was entirely justified in dismissing the suit.
<center><i>Liars are verbal forgers.</i><br>(Chatfield)</center>
> [[Next Case|131]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Paslovsky, the witness, who could not understand or speak enough English to make a simple statement to the court, yet knew <i>exactly</i> what the conductor yelled to the motorman.
This was so patently impossible that the Judge was entirely justified in dismissing the suit.
<center><i>Liars are verbal forgers.</i><br>(Chatfield)</center>
> [[Next Case|131]]<center>CASE #32<br>
<i>Death Attends the Party</i></center>
"He had a big party last night," said Graves, the valet.
"Certainly looks like it," retorted Detective Morgan, as he surveyed the crazily balanced glasses, overflowing ash-trays, and liquor rings on the small, fragile antique table at which Carlton Dawes sat.
"It was awful, sir. Just as I turned to say 'good night' to him, he lifted his revolver, fired and toppled over."
"Funny," mused Morgan. "He had everything to live for."
"Everything but the thing he wanted," replied the valet. "Madeline, his former wife, was here last night. He is always despondent after seeing her."
> [[Continue|132]]
"Well, Graves, pretty nice for you, eh? How much did he leave you?"
"Ten thousand dollars, sir."
Morgan leaned over to examine the wound in Dawes’s left temple. His head rested on the edge of the table, his right hand on his knee and his left hung lifelessly at his side.
"Anything been touched since the tragedy?"
"No, sir."
Morgan picked up Dawes’s revolver where it had apparently fallen from his hand. After examining it and finding only the dead man’s finger-prints, he laid it on the table. As he did so, Madeline entered the room. She stopped, horrified.
> [[Continue|133]]"What—what—has happened?"
"Where did you come from?" demanded Morgan.
"I’ve been upstairs. I didn’t leave with the guests."
<font color="red">What was Carlton Dawes' cause of death?</font>
> [[Suicide.|134]]
> [[Murder.|135]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Had Dawes fallen on the table after being shot, the jar would have knocked over the "crazily balanced glasses." As the Detective found the glasses on the table, <i>balanced</i>, it was obvious Dawes had been shot, then carefully placed at the table to give the appearance of suicide. A bad slip!
<center><i>There is nothing insignificant, nothing!</i><br>(Coleridge)</center>
> [[Next Case|136]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Had Dawes fallen on the table after being shot, the jar would have knocked over the "crazily balanced glasses." As the Detective found the glasses on the table, <i>balanced</i>, it was obvious Dawes had been shot, then carefully placed at the table to give the appearance of suicide. A bad slip!
<center><i>There is nothing insignificant, nothing!</i><br>(Coleridge)</center>
> [[Next Case|136]]<center>CASE #33<br>
<i>No Way Out</i></center>
On a battered desk in the small, dark room lay a penciled note in handwriting resembling that of the dead man:
<i>Dear John:
You know the trouble I’m in. There’s only one way out and I’m taking it. You’re my pal and will understand. Good luck.
(Signed) Paul</i>
The only other furniture consisted of the chair in which Paul Morrow had been found with his throat cut, a bed, and a highly ornate and apparently brand-new waste-basket. It had been definitely established that the dead man had not left the room during the twenty-four hours before he was discovered.
> [[Continue|137]]Finishing his examination of the contents of the man’s pockets—two twenty-dollar bills, a cheap watch, and an expensive wallet in which there was a picture of a beautiful woman—Morgan turned his attention to the meager inventory of the room.
"That’s all we can find," said Inspector Kelley, indicating a dictionary, scraps of a letter in a feminine handwriting found in the ornate waste-basket, a pen, some cheap stationery, a few clothes, pipe and tobacco, and a bloody, razor-sharp knife. "Certainly has all the appearances of suicide," he continued. "This door was locked and no one could have left by that window. What do you make of it, Morgan?"
> [[Continue|138]]The Detective didn’t reply at once. He picked up the photograph, studied it a moment, and then, with a slow, searching look around the small room, said:
"Better try to piece those bits of letter together."
<font color="red">What was Paul Morrow's cause of death?</font>
> [[Murder.|139]]
> [[Suicide.|140]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The note was written with <i>pencil</i>, yet there was no pencil found in the room. Apparently the murderer wrote the note to resemble the dead man’s handwriting and through force of habit put it in his pocket.
<center><i>Men are men; the best sometimes forget.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|141]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The note was written with <i>pencil</i>, yet there was no pencil found in the room. Apparently the murderer wrote the note to resemble the dead man’s handwriting and through force of habit put it in his pocket.
<center><i>Men are men; the best sometimes forget.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|141]]<center>CASE #34<br>
<i>Midnight Murder</i></center>
"Who are you, and what’s this all about?" demanded Inspector Kelley, as he and Detective Morgan arrived at the apartment in answer to a call.
"I’m Jack Day. I share this apartment with Al Quale. I returned from the theater, shortly after midnight, went into his room, and found him lying there on the bed. When I saw he was dead, I called Headquarters at once. God, this is terrible!"
"Those your things on the bed?" asked Kelley, indicating a blood-stained muffler, a hat, gloves, and cane.
"Yes, I tossed them there before I rushed to the telephone. Got that blood on the muffler when I bent over him."
"What time did you leave here this evening?"
"Shortly before seven," replied Day.
> [[Continue|142]]
"Can you prove you were at the theater all evening?" demanded Kelley.
"Why, yes, I went with a friend."
"He’s been dead about six hours, Inspector," said the police surgeon, finishing his examination at this point. "A deep knife wound, below the heart."
As Morgan picked up an earring from the floor, Day exclaimed: "Why, that belongs to his fiancée."
"Well, there’ll be no wedding bells for him," remarked Kelley, with a start as he discovered that Day’s cane was a sword-stick with a long, thin, shining blade.
"Any blood, Inspector?" asked Morgan.
"None. Clean as a whistle."
<font color="red">Is Jack Day telling the truth?</font>
> [[Yes.|143]]
> [[No.|144]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Day said he got the blood on his muffler when he bent over Quale’s body. As blood coagulates and dries in a short time, it would have been impossible for him to have stained his muffler unless it had touched the blood of Quale shortly after his death. Therefore, Morgan knew he must have been with Quale soon after he was stabbed.
<center><i>Murder, though it have no tongue,<br>Will speak with most miraculous organ.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|145]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Day said he got the blood on his muffler when he bent over Quale’s body. As blood coagulates and dries in a short time, it would have been impossible for him to have stained his muffler unless it had touched the blood of Quale shortly after his death. Therefore, Morgan knew he must have been with Quale soon after he was stabbed.
<center><i>Murder, though it have no tongue,<br>Will speak with most miraculous organ.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|145]]<center>CASE #35<br>
<i>Speakeasy Stick-Up</i></center>
"I had counted the cash, and as I was working the combination to open the wall safe I heard this guy in back of me say, “Get ’em up, Bo. This is a stick-up.” I reached for the ceiling as he says, “Make a move and I’ll drill you!” He didn’t sound like he was foolin’, so I kept quiet. Well, he comes over, gives me a prod with his gun, pockets the dough, and asks me where the best liquor is, saying he don’t want no bar whiskey either. I told him and he poured himself a drink. Then he got real sociable-like, but wouldn’t let me take my hands down. He kept on talkin’ and makin’ wise-cracks, but finally got tired, I guess. With a warnin’ that, if I moved before I could count twenty, my wife would be a widow, he beat it," concluded Sullivan.
"How much did he take?" inquired Detective Morgan, who had entered the speakeasy after hearing the bartender’s call for help.
> [[Continue|146]]"About five hundred dollars," Sullivan replied. "We had a good day."
"Haven’t you a gun here?"
"Sure, but I didn’t have a chance. I ain’t exactly no boy scout, but this mug was too big and tough-lookin’ for me to tackle."
"How did you get that cut on your hand?" inquired the Detective. "And that bruise on your finger?"
"Opening a case of lemons," answered Sullivan.
<font color="red">Did this hold-up actually take place?</font>
> [[No.|147]]
> [[Yes.|148]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Sullivan, the bartender, said that, as he worked the combination to open the wall safe, he <i>heard</i> the hold-up man <i>behind</i> him. As he was not permitted to move, he could not have known the gunman was a <i>big, tough-looking mug</i>, as he described him.
As there would be no other motive in telling this impossible story, the hold-up was faked.
<center><i>Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn,<br>What dangers thou canst make us scorn.</i><br>(Burns)</center>
> [[Next Case|149]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Sullivan, the bartender, said that, as he worked the combination to open the wall safe, he <i>heard</i> the hold-up man <i>behind</i> him. As he was not permitted to move, he could not have known the gunman was a <i>big, tough-looking mug</i>, as he described him.
As there would be no other motive in telling this impossible story, the hold-up was faked.
<center><i>Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn,<br>What dangers thou canst make us scorn.</i><br>(Burns)</center>
> [[Next Case|149]]<center>CASE #36<br>
<i>Behind Time</i></center>
Detective Morgan, on his way to investigate a case of blackmail, was musing on the perversity of human nature when a jar threw him into the aisle as the train came to a sudden stop. Jumping off, he rushed ahead of the engine, where he found a small crowd gathered about the mutilated body of a man hit by the train. He was identified by a card in his pocket as John Nelson, an important figure in railroad labor circles.
"How did it happen?" inquired Morgan.
"Well," replied Morton, the engineer, "I was running twelve minutes late when I hit him. There are several miles of straight-away along here and I was beating it along at sixty miles trying to make up time. Didn’t see him until we were about ten yards away, right on top of him. I jammed on the brakes, of course, but it was too late."
"Did you leave New York on time?"
> [[Continue|150]]
"Yes, sir. One-thirty exactly."
"Why were you running late?"
"We were held in a block for about fifteen minutes outside of New Haven."
"What was your fireman doing when you hit this man?"
"Stoking the boiler."
"You say it was just a few seconds after four-ten when you hit him?" demanded the Detective.
"That’s right," agreed Morton.
"Did you know this man by any chance?"
"Yes, slightly—he was an officer in my union," replied the engineer, with a worried look.
<font color="red">Is Morton's account true?</font>
> [[Yes.|151]]
> [[No.|152]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The engineer said he had not seen Nelson until he was practically on top of him. That, of course, is impossible. An engineer of a train running on a straight-away can see nothing as close as ten yards in front of him.
<center><i>You cram these words into mine ears,<br>Against the stomach of my sense.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|153]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The engineer said he had not seen Nelson until he was practically on top of him. That, of course, is impossible. An engineer of a train running on a straight-away can see nothing as close as ten yards in front of him.
<center><i>You cram these words into mine ears,<br>Against the stomach of my sense.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|153]]<center>CASE #37<br>
<i>A Broken Engagement</i></center>
"Peculiar," murmured Morgan, as he examined the desk on which lay seven letters ready for mailing, three gray, one lavender, two pink, and one lemon-colored.
As he idly shaped the wax of the candle standing on the desk, he continued to ponder this unusual choice of color in stationery.
One of the letters was addressed to Dot Dalton, who had been murdered between eleven-forty and eleven-fifty. She was one of the guests at this house party in the Adirondacks.
All the letters were closed with black sealing wax stamped with the letter ‘F.’
At midnight, Morgan began his questioning.
"What time did you retire?" he asked Molly Fleming, in whose bedroom he was seated.
"About ten," she replied.
> [[Continue|154]]
"Was your door locked?"
"Yes."
"Hear any disturbance?"
"No; I was tired, fell asleep almost immediately, and didn’t awaken until you knocked on my door a few minutes ago and told me of the tragedy"
"Why did you write to Dot?"
"I didn’t see her last night and knew she intended leaving early this morning. Jack Fahey broke our engagement yesterday and told me he was going to marry Dot. My letter was to tell her just how despicable I thought she was in luring him away from me. He didn’t love her. Of course, I’m sorry she’s dead, but a lot of wives will feel safer."
> [[Continue|155]]
"Why the various colors of stationery?" inquired the Detective.
"Oh, I always write in a color that seems to reflect the personality of my correspondent."
<font color="red">Is Molly Fleming's account true?</font>
> [[No.|156]]
> [[Yes.|157]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Molly said she had retired at ten, after locking her door, and had not awakened until Morgan had aroused her.
Yet a few minutes after Dot had been murdered, the Detective idly "shaped the wax" of the candle on her desk. This would have been impossible had not the candle been burning within a few minutes before he entered.
Her insistence that she had been asleep, together with the strong motive, convinced Morgan she was involved, as was later proved.
<center><i>Love can make us fiends as well as angels.</i><br>(Charles Kingsley)</center>
> [[Next Case|158]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Molly said she had retired at ten, after locking her door, and had not awakened until Morgan had aroused her.
Yet a few minutes after Dot had been murdered, the Detective idly "shaped the wax" of the candle on her desk. This would have been impossible had not the candle been burning within a few minutes before he entered.
Her insistence that she had been asleep, together with the strong motive, convinced Morgan she was involved, as was later proved.
<center><i>Love can make us fiends as well as angels.</i><br>(Charles Kingsley)</center>
> [[Next Case|158]]<center>CASE #38<br>
<i>The Holden Road Murder</i></center>
"What a night! sighed Detective Morgan as he hung up the telephone receiver. Half an hour later, still grumbling, he splashed his way through the mud and rain to the door of 27 Holden Road. Removing his rubbers in the spotless vestibule, he stepped into a large, well-furnished living-room running the entire width of the house. Introducing himself and explaining he would question everyone later, he asked to be left alone.
In the far corner of the room he found a man lying on the floor, his throat cut. As he bent over, his attention was attracted to a dime lying about five feet from the head of the dead man. He picked it up, regarded it curiously, and, with a thoughtful look, put it in his pocket.
> [[Continue|159]]
The Detective began his questioning with the butler.
"You found the dead man?"
"Yes, sir, I was returning from posting a letter about thirty minutes ago and, just as I was coming up the path of the front door, I heard a scream, dashed in, and found Mr. White here gasping his last breath."
"Lose a dime?" inquired Morgan mildly.
"Why, I don’t think so, sir," replied the butler nervously.
"I heard the scream from upstairs," volunteered Cannon, owner of the house, "and ran in here right behind Wilkins."
"Did either of you leave this room before I arrived?"
> [[Continue|160]]
"No," replied Cannon; "we stayed here until you came."
"Did you, Mr. Cannon, lose a dime?"
"No."
<font color="red">Who should be considered a suspect in this murder?</font>
> [[Wilkins, the butler.|161]]
> [[Cannon, the house owner.|162]]
> [[Some unknown person.|163]]
> [[Both Cannon and Wilkins.|164]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Had the butler dashed in the front door as he said he did, there would have been foot-tracks in the vestibule.
Remember, the Detective "splashed his way through the mud and rain, to the <i>door</i> of 27 Holden Road," and found the vestibule spotless. Therefore, Wilkins was lying, and as Cannon corroborated his story, he was also necessarily involved.
<center><i>Nay, her foot speaks.</center></i>
> [[Next Case|165]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Had the butler dashed in the front door as he said he did, there would have been foot-tracks in the vestibule.
Remember, the Detective "splashed his way through the mud and rain, to the <i>door</i> of 27 Holden Road," and found the vestibule spotless. Therefore, Wilkins was lying, and as Cannon corroborated his story, he was also necessarily involved.
<center><i>Nay, her foot speaks.</center></i>
> [[Next Case|165]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Had the butler dashed in the front door as he said he did, there would have been foot-tracks in the vestibule.
Remember, the Detective "splashed his way through the mud and rain, to the <i>door</i> of 27 Holden Road," and found the vestibule spotless. Therefore, Wilkins was lying, and as Cannon corroborated his story, he was also necessarily involved.
<center><i>Nay, her foot speaks.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|165]]score: score + 2
--
<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Had the butler dashed in the front door as he said he did, there would have been foot-tracks in the vestibule.
Remember, the Detective "splashed his way through the mud and rain, to the <i>door</i> of 27 Holden Road," and found the vestibule spotless. Therefore, Wilkins was lying, and as Cannon corroborated his story, he was also necessarily involved.
<center><i>Nay, her foot speaks.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|165]]<center>CASE #39<br>
<i>Fishermen’s Luck</i></center>
"Having these stones in my possession, Detective Morgan, isn’t proof that I had any part in the Morris robbery."
"I know all about your story, Holmes. Found the jewels yesterday at three o’clock in the lake, tied up in a chamois bag, didn’t you? But what were you doing out in an open boat in the cloudburst that lasted all yesterday afternoon?"
"It was because of that cloudburst that I sallied forth," explained Holmes confidently. "Perfect fishing weather, so I jumped into my boat and went across the lake for some minnows. I had rowed back to within a few yards of shore when I just happened to notice the bag lying on the bottom of the lake, so I landed, tipped my boat over to keep the rain out, and waded in. Curious, you know. The water at that point was over my waist and cold, but when I opened the bag—my courage and curiosity were rewarded."
> [[Continue|166]]"On which side of the dock did you find it? asked Morgan.
Holmes pointed to a spot on the sandy bottom at the left.
"Think I’ll talk with the minnow man," declared the Detective as he got into Holmes’s boat. He rowed furiously for about fifty yards, suddenly dropped the oars and, after glancing from the crystal-clear water to the bottom of the boat, emitted a victorious chuckle.
<font color="red">Is Holmes telling the truth?</font>
> [[Yes.|167]]
> [[No.|168]]
score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Holmes could not have seen the bag on the bottom of the lake during a cloudburst. The agitation of even crystal clear water under such conditions would have so disturbed the surface that an object on the bottom could not be seen.
<center><i>A man so lucky is rarer than a white crow.</i><br>(Juvenal)</center>
> [[Next Case|169]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Holmes could not have seen the bag on the bottom of the lake during a cloudburst. The agitation of even crystal clear water under such conditions would have so disturbed the surface that an object on the bottom could not be seen.
<center><i>A man so lucky is rarer than a white crow.</i><br>(Juvenal)</center>
> [[Next Case|169]]<center>CASE #40<br>
<i>The Unlucky Elephant</i></center>
"Dead! Bullet-hole in right temple," said Sergeant Reynolds, as he knelt by a man lying face down, a revolver clutched in his right hand.
"All right," replied Inspector Kelley. "Let’s have a look round. Dressed for the street, eh?" While speaking, Kelley picked up from the floor several fragments of glass and a right-hand glove, turned inside-out.
"Look at this glove, Reynolds. What do you make of it? And I wonder if that soiled handkerchief on the table belongs to him?"
"Gee, Chief," said Reynolds, as he turned the body over and unbuttoned the topcoat, "this is young Holman, the millionaire."
The body was immaculately clothed in the finest custom tailoring.
> [[Continue|170]]
"Broke his watch, too. Stopped at eight-ten," continued the Sergeant, as he removed the timepiece from the vest pocket. "Let’s see if those pieces you’ve got are part of the crystal. Yep! And look at this jade elephant at the end of the chain."
"Bumped himself off, all right, Inspector, but I don’t get that glove business, or that dirty handkerchief either."
"We’d better look round and find that other glove," said Kelley.
A thorough search failed to disclose it, and while the Inspector was confident it was suicide, he decided to get Detective Morgan's opinion, because of the prominence of young Holman.
<font color="red">What was Detective Morgan's opinion?</font>
> [[Murder.|171]]
> [[Suicide.|172]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Holman was lying face down with his topcoat buttoned; therefore, if his watch crystal had been broken by his fall, none of the glass could have been found on the floor.
<center><i>For never, never wicked man was wise.</i><br>(Homer)</center>
> [[Next Case|173]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Holman was lying face down with his topcoat buttoned; therefore, if his watch crystal had been broken by his fall, none of the glass could have been found on the floor.
<center><i>For never, never wicked man was wise.</i><br>(Homer)</center>
> [[Next Case|173]]<center>CASE #41<br>
<i>The Detective Listens</i></center>
"Why the rush to get back to New York?" inquired Morgan, a few minutes after Delavin stepped from the plane. "Thought you intended spending the summer in Cuba."
"Well, if you must know, my bank failed, and I came back to straighten out my affairs."
"That’s too bad, Delavin. How did you hear about it?"
He handed Morgan a clipping from the Jacksonville Herald:
<i>New York, July 5. (AP)—Foundation Bank & Trust Co., one of New York’s oldest banking establishments, closed its doors today...</i>
"Sure you didn’t come back to help your pal Ryan?" asked the Detective. "He’s been in jail for two days. Ever since the Fourth-of-July bombing. Had a letter on him signed by you asking him to get in touch with a C. J. Wallace.
> [[Continue|174]]We traced Wallace and discovered he is with an ammunition company. When the District Attorney heard you were on your way here, he asked me to meet you. He thinks you know something about the bombing."
"In jail, huh? I didn’t know there had been a bombing. Wallace is a cousin of mine."
"Where did you catch your plane?"
"Why—er—Jacksonville, Florida. You see, I was staying at a rather remote place and no planes serve that part of Cuba. Really had no thought of leaving until I read of the bank failure."
"Well, you had better think of a more convincing alibi, before the District Attorney questions you."
"Oh, I suppose somebody wired him that “Spider” McCoy met the plane when we landed in Norfolk. He’s got nothing on me!" exclaimed Delavin.
<font color="red">Did Delavin know something about the bombing?</font>
> [[Yes.|175]]
> [[No.|176]]
score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The notice of the bank failure, appearing in the <i>Jacksonville Herald</i>, was dated July 5th. This could not have reached Delavin at a remote part of Cuba, unserviced by planes, in time for him to get back to New York on the 6th.
His alibi, therefore, was completely broken, as he said the newspaper clipping brought him back.
<center><i>Time is the herald of truth.</i><br>(Cicero)</center>
> [[Next Case|177]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The notice of the bank failure, appearing in the <i>Jacksonville Herald</i>, was dated July 5th. This could not have reached Delavin at a remote part of Cuba, unserviced by planes, in time for him to get back to New York on the 6th.
His alibi, therefore, was completely broken, as he said the newspaper clipping brought him back.
<center><i>Time is the herald of truth.</i><br>(Cicero)</center>
> [[Next Case|177]]<center>CASE #42<br>
<i>Ten-Fifteen</i></center>
Detective Morgan glanced at his desk clock as he picked up the receiver—ten-fifteen.
"Hello!" came the agitated voice at the other end. "This is Waters. Could you come over right away? Something’s just happened that I’d like to discuss with you. I’d appreciate it."
"Well," returned the Detective, again glancing dubiously at the clock, "if it’s important, I’ll be round. Good-bye."
Twenty minutes later, he was met at the door by Waters’s secretary who was almost incoherent in his excitement.
"He’s dead, Detective. Dead—there in the library!"
Morgan hurried to the room and found Waters slumped over his desk with his throat cut.
> [[Continue|178]]"Well, tell me what happened," he said to the secretary, as he noted the position of the body, the open window, and the cigar-ash on the rug about six feet from Waters’s chair.
"I came in about an hour ago, Detective, and went right upstairs to do some work. Twenty-five minutes ago I came down and heard him talking to you as I passed the library on my way to the pantry for a sandwich. I was there about twenty minutes, I imagine, and, as I came back through the hall, I happened to look in here, and there he was. I can’t imagine who did it or how it happened," he concluded.
"Have a cigar," offered Morgan.
"Thanks, I will, Detective. It’ll kind of steady the nerves."
<font color="red">Is the secretary telling the truth?</font>
> [[Yes.|179]]
> [[No.|180]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The secretary said he heard Waters talking to Morgan over the telephone. As Morgan’s name was not mentioned during the conversation, the secretary could not have known to whom Waters was talking.
It’s the little things that count—in crime detection.
<center><i>Take care lest your tongue cut off your head.</i><br>(Persian)</center>
> [[Next Case|181]]score: score + 2
--
<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The secretary said he heard Waters talking to Morgan over the telephone. As Morgan’s name was not mentioned during the conversation, the secretary could not have known to whom Waters was talking.
It’s the little things that count—in crime detection.
<center><i>Take care lest your tongue cut off your head.</i><br>(Persian)</center>
> [[Next Case|181]]<center>CASE #43<br>
<i>Rapid Transit</i></center>
"I was beatin’ along the Boston Post Road, about fifty miles an hour, when I looks around and sees this bird standing on the tail-gate fumbling with the lock on the doors. I stopped as fast as I could, jumped out, and ran round to the back. This mug had hopped off with an armful of furs and climbed into a car that was following. His partner even took a shot at me," said Sullivan, whom Detective Morgan was questioning.
"He must have been a very good judge. He took only the best you carried," commented Morgan.
"Yeah. Guess he was. Fur-stealin’ is a big racket these days."
"Why didn’t you report it at the next town instead of waiting until you got back to the office?"
> [[Continue|182]]
"Well, I thought the boss wouldn’t want it to get out that the furs of his wealthy customers had been pinched. He’s awful particular about us usin’ our heads."
"Where was your helper?"
"Just after I started out, he said he was feelin’ sick, so I told him to go on home."
"Fifty miles an hour is excessive speed for that truck, isn’t it?" asked Morgan, examining the all-steel doors of the massive, dust-proof moving-van.
"She’s big, but she’ll do even better than that!"
> [[Continue|183]]"Always wear those gloves when you’re working?"
"Always," laughed the driver. "Have to keep me hands dainty, you know."
"I thought so," retorted Morgan, continuing his close examination of the doors.
<font color="red">Is Sullivan telling the truth?</font>
> [[Yes.|184]]
> [[No.|185]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The driver could not possibly have seen from the front seat anyone standing on the tail-gate of the big van.
<center><i>If common sense has not the brilliancy of the sun, it has the fixity of the stars.</i><br>(Fernan Caballero)</center>
> [[Next Case|186]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The driver could not possibly have seen from the front seat anyone standing on the tail-gate of the big van.
<center><i>If common sense has not the brilliancy of the sun, it has the fixity of the stars.</i><br>(Fernan Caballero)</center>
> [[Next Case|186]]<center>CASE #44<br>
<i>The Detective is Disappointed</i></center>
"What’ll I do, Detective?" implored Vi Cargo, as Morgan examined the ground beneath her bedroom window.
Seven A.M. A fine time to start looking for a thief! Why couldn’t women be more careful of their jewelry!
"I was restless all night," said Vi, as Morgan knelt beside a deep impression of a man’s right shoe.
"By Jove, I thought we’d found one of your stones," he said, pointing to a leaf in the footprint. "Look at the sunlight glistening on those raindrops!"
"It was the shower that awakened me around six," chattered Vi. "It only lasted about fifteen minutes. I dozed off again and awakened with a start just as a man jumped to the ground, from my bedroom window."
> [[Continue|187]]
"Was that just before you came for me?"
"Yes."
"Are are you alone, Vi?"
"Yes. The servants are in the country."
"Then why did you have all your jewels in the house?"
"I had worn them to Mrs. De Forest’s party."
"Do you know anyone who smokes this brand?" asked Morgan, picking up from the ground an unsmoked cigarette of English manufacture.
"Yes. Mr. Nelson, who brought me home last night. However, I threw that one there."
> [[Continue|188]]"The thief chiseled open this window directly under your bedroom."
"I wondered how he got in! The doors were all locked."
<font color="red">Is Vi Cargo telling the truth?</font>
> [[No.|189]]
> [[Yes.|190]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Morgan pointed to the raindrops glistening on a leaf in the shoe impression.
According to Vi Cargo’s statement, the burglar had jumped from her window after it had stopped raining.
<center><i>The shameless have a brow of brass.</i><br>(Hindu Proverb)</center>
> [[Next Case|191]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Morgan pointed to the raindrops glistening on a leaf in the shoe impression.
According to Vi Cargo’s statement, the burglar had jumped from her window after it had stopped raining.
<center><i>The shameless have a brow of brass.</i><br>(Hindu Proverb)</center>
> [[Next Case|191]]<center>CASE #45<br>
<i>A Dramatic Triumph</i></center>
A clock softly chimed eight-forty-five as Detective Morgan and Halloway, dramatic critic of the <i>Times</i>, finished their after-dinner coffee. They strolled leisurely to the corner and reached the Belmont just in time for the curtain.
As the first act ended, Morgan remarked enthusiastically: "Halloway, it’s magnificent! Boswell is certainly our finest dramatic actor. How he held that audience, for forty-five minutes, from the moment the curtain arose! That’s genius!"
The final curtain found him even more enthusiastic in his praise of Boswell’s acting.
Learning next morning of the actor’s murder, he became personally interested.
> [[Continue|192]]
Sibyl Mortimer had been questioned by the police and quickly dismissed. Her alibi appeared sound. She had an engagement with Boswell last evening, but said he telephoned her shortly after nine breaking it, so the police concerned themselves with his reason for doing so.
A taxi-driver, who drove Boswell and another man from the theater, dropped them at Fifth Avenue and Sixty-Fifth Street at midnight. His description of the man checked with that of Jenks, Boswell’s manager, who was missing. It was learned that his reason for breaking the engagement with Sibyl was to discuss a new contract with Jenks, about which there had been considerable disagreement.
> [[Continue|193]]
A charred piece of the contract was found in the actor’s fireplace, in front of which he lay. Jenks’s cane and a vanity-case monogrammed ‘S. M.’ were also found in the room.
Sergeant Reynolds acquainted Morgan with the facts.
<font color="red">Is Sibyl Mortimer's alibi sound?</font>
> [[Yes.|194]]
> [[No.|195]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Sibyl Mortimer said Boswell had telephoned her shortly after nine. As he was on the stage continuously for forty-five minutes after the curtain rose, he could not have telephoned her.
Obviously she had some reason for stating he did. Morgan was quick to detect the flaw in her alibi.
<center><i>It is not wise to be wiser than is necessary.</i><br>(Quinault)</center>
> [[Next Case|196]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Sibyl Mortimer said Boswell had telephoned her shortly after nine. As he was on the stage continuously for forty-five minutes after the curtain rose, he could not have telephoned her.
Obviously she had some reason for stating he did. Morgan was quick to detect the flaw in her alibi.
<center><i>It is not wise to be wiser than is necessary.</i><br>(Quinault)</center>
> [[Next Case|196]]<center>CASE #46<br>
<i>Murder at the Lake</i></center>
"Here’s all we’ve been able to learn, Detective. I wish you’d see what you can make of it," said Sheriff Darrow.
"Garden’s cottage fronts the lake at a point about halfway between the head and foot of its mile length. A strong east wind off the lake that morning caused him and his two guests to abandon their proposed fishing trip. Garden remained behind while Rice and Johnson set off hiking in opposite directions. Rice said that fifteen minutes later, as he was retrieving his hat which had blown into the lake, he heard a shot and hurried to the cottage. There he found Johnson with blood on his hands bending over Garden, who had been shot through the heart. Johnson said he had gone only about two hundred yards when he heard the shot and rushed back. He claims he got the blood on his hands when ascertaining if Garden were alive.
> [[Continue|197]]He also admits moving some furniture, although cautioned against it by Rice. Fortunately for Rice, we found his hat still wet, but discovered he had changed his shirt before the arrival of the police. He had also gone through Garden’s desk, but said he removed nothing. Both men entered through the back door, though the front entrance was more convenient."
"We haven’t found a gun or any other weapon and we haven’t been able to establish a motive yet," concluded Darrow. "What do you make of it?"
"It’s a bit muddled, Sheriff," replied Morgan.
<font color="red">Detective Morgan suspects whom?</font>
> [[Johnson.|198]]
> [[Rice.|199]]
> [[Both men.|200]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
A strong east wind blew <i>off</i> the lake; therefore, regardless of the direction in which he was walking, Rice’s hat could not possibly have blown into the lake.
The Detective was naturally suspicious of him when he told such a ridiculous lie.
<center><i>Is’t possible? Sits the wind in that corner?</center></i>
> [[Next Case|201]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
A strong east wind blew <i>off</i> the lake; therefore, regardless of the direction in which he was walking, Rice’s hat could not possibly have blown into the lake.
The Detective was naturally suspicious of him when he told such a ridiculous lie.
<center><i>Is’t possible? Sits the wind in that corner?</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|201]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
A strong east wind blew <i>off</i> the lake; therefore, regardless of the direction in which he was walking, Rice’s hat could not possibly have blown into the lake.
The Detective was naturally suspicious of him when he told such a ridiculous lie.
<center><i>Is’t possible? Sits the wind in that corner?</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|201]]<center>CASE #47<br>
<i>The Detective Studies a Coat</i></center>
"They covered us with a gun, and when the cashier tried to give an alarm, they shot him. Then they handcuffed me, grabbed five stacks of bills, and beat it."
"Calm yourself," ordered Morgan, "and tell me who “they” are."
"Two fellows who robbed the bank just now," explained the excited narrator, who had rushed into Morgan’s cottage at Lakeview. "I knew you were vacationing in the village, so, as soon as they escaped in their car, I ran over here."
"Didn’t you call a doctor for the cashier?"
"Too late. He must have died instantly."
> [[Continue|202]]
"How do you know the bandits escaped in a car?"
"I saw them from the window."
"Were you and the cashier alone at the time of the shooting?"
"Yes. I had just made a deposit. I guess they got my money, too."
Morgan walked over and picked up the overcoat his visitor had removed upon entering the living-room.
"You seem to have had a little accident. How did you get this?" he asked, examining a long tear in the front of the coat.
"Why—I guess I tore it on the door when I rushed out of the bank. I broke a button, too, you’ll notice."
> [[Continue|203]]
"Let’s see your hat!" demanded Morgan, eyeing his visitor sharply.
"Why—where is it? I—must have left it in the bank!"
"Well—let’s go. The police will be interested in your story—and bring that coat with you!"
<font color="red">Is the narrator complicit in this crime?</font>
> [[No.|204]]
> [[Yes.|205]]
score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
As the man had removed his overcoat on entering the Detective’s living-room, it was perfectly clear he had not been handcuffed.
He said he ran over to Morgan’s immediately after the bandits left.
<center><i>Truth has not such an urgent air.</i><br>(Boileau)</center>
> [[Next Case|206]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
As the man had removed his overcoat on entering the Detective’s living-room, it was perfectly clear he had not been handcuffed.
He said he ran over to Morgan’s immediately after the bandits left.
<center><i>Truth has not such an urgent air.</i><br>(Boileau)</center>
> [[Next Case|206]]<center>CASE #48<br>
<i>Too Late</i></center>
"Perhaps you’d better tell me exactly what happened," said Detective Morgan kindly to the agitated man.
"Well," continued Palmer, "Frank has been despondent and talked of suicide for some time. I thought exercise and the open air would do him good, so I suggested a vacation at my place in the country. We’d been there three days, and he seemed in much better spirits. Then, Thursday morning, after we’d been fishing an hour or so, he said he thought he’d try another stream about a mile away. I was having good luck, so I told him to go ahead and I’d meet him at the cabin later. About eleven o’clock, when I’d caught my limit, I started back. As I neared the cabin, I seemed to have a premonition of trouble, and ran the last few yards. When I opened the door, God! I’ll never forget it!
> [[Continue|207]]I’d got there not more than five minutes behind him, and yet there he lay—dead! That hideous look on his face! It haunts me! Why couldn’t I have been just a few minutes earlier? A whiskey bottle on the table and the glass which smelled of cyanide told me the story. He’d done it, after all! I’ll never forgive myself," Palmer concluded with a sob.
"Had you any visitors while at camp?" asked Morgan.
"No, we hadn’t seen anyone for two days."
"Did your friend smoke?"
> [[Continue|208]]
"Not at all."
"Was the door open or closed when you arrived?"
"Why, closed."
"And the windows?"
"Closed, too, Detective."
<font color="red">Is Palmer telling the truth?</font>
> [[Yes.|209]]
> [[No.|210]]
score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Morgan doubted Palmer’s innocence because of his statement, "I’d got there not more than five minutes behind him."
There was, of course, no way he could have determined when Frank had arrived at the cabin.
<center><i>In general, treachery, though at first sufficiently cautious, yet in the end betrays itself.</i><br>(Livy)</center>
> [[Next Case|211]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Morgan doubted Palmer’s innocence because of his statement, "I’d got there not more than five minutes behind him."
There was, of course, no way he could have determined when Frank had arrived at the cabin.
<center><i>In general, treachery, though at first sufficiently cautious, yet in the end betrays itself.</i><br>(Livy)</center>
> [[Next Case|211]]<center>CASE #49<br>
<i>Sergeant Reynolds’s Theory</i></center>
"Inspector Kelley picks out such nice messy jobs for me."
Detective Morgan smiled as Reynolds made a wry face.
"We found him lying against a boulder about ten feet from the bottom of a fifty-foot embankment of solid rock. While there were no traces of the path of his fall, the concrete road directly above him was stained with blood. I don’t know why people insist on walking along the highway. That’s such a bad curve right there. I don’t suppose we’ll ever find out who struck him. And then, it’s possible for someone to have hit him without knowing it. And I believe the car that did stopped and the driver seeing how badly he was hurt, in fear, drove on."
"What makes you think that, Reynolds?"
> [[Continue|212]]
"There are tracks of a car skidding along the shoulder of the road, and footprints in the blood where the fellow dropped on the pavement. I suppose the poor old man regained consciousness, staggered to his feet, and rolled down the embankment. That finished him. Ugh—it was a messy affair!"
"Who is he?"
"We’re not sure. The only identification was a small scrap of paper in his pocket with the name Tabor. By a queer coincidence there was a large T deeply cut in the blood-stained boulder which stopped his fall."
<font color="red">How did the victim die?</font>
> [[From a hit and run accident.|213]]
> [[He was murdered.|214]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The Detective told Reynolds, "There was no blood between the road and the boulder."
Had the man <i>rolled</i> down the embankment, there would have been some blood on the rocks along the path his body took.
<center><i>How hast thou purchased this experience?<br>By my penny of observation.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|215]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The Detective told Reynolds, "There was no blood between the road and the boulder."
Had the man <i>rolled</i> down the embankment, there would have been some blood on the rocks along the path his body took.
<center><i>How hast thou purchased this experience?<br>By my penny of observation.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|215]]<center>CASE #50<br>
<i>Daylight Robbery</i></center>
"I went to the office Thursday to do some work," Shaeffer related.
"About noon, I happened to look out the window and notice a black sedan draw up and two tough-looking fellows get out. They looked suspicious to me, and, as I wasn’t armed, I hastily banged the safe door closed and ran into the washroom—not a bit too soon either. In just a few seconds they came in, one carrying a sawed-off shotgun. I could see them plainly.
They looked around for a moment and one said, “If anybody comes in here before we’re through, give it to him.”
"He then went over to the safe and, after working on it for about five minutes, had it open and took the money. They certainly had a lot of nerve. Even stopped to count it! Then they leisurely strolled out the door. I called Headquarters immediately."
> [[Continue|216]]
"How much did they get?" questioned Inspector Kelley.
"Over fifteen thousand. We hadn’t banked the money from the day before because Thursday was a holiday."
"Get the number of the car?"
"No. When it drove up to the office, I didn’t see a license plate on the front, and I couldn’t see the back. When I finished telephoning for the police, it had gone."
"Was there anyone at the office besides you?"
"I was alone. A man telephoned an hour before, however, and asked if we were open. I told him no, but I’d be there until about two-thirty. He hung up without answering."
<font color="red">Is Shaeffer telling the truth?</font>
> [[Yes.|217]]
> [[No.|218]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
As no safe locks unless the combination is turned, Shaeffer’s story of <i>banging</i> it closed and then the robbers working on it five minutes was ridiculous!
<center><i>He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.</i><br>(Sir Philip Sidney)</center>
> [[Next Case|219]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
As no safe locks unless the combination is turned, Shaeffer’s story of <i>banging</i> it closed and then the robbers working on it five minutes was ridiculous!
<center><i>He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.</i><br>(Sir Philip Sidney)</center>
> [[Next Case|219]]<center>CASE #51<br>
<i>A Simple Solution</i></center>
The sun streamed cheerfully through the window, bringing into lively play the soft tones of the luxurious furnishings, as the two house guests, Detective Morgan and Inspector Kelley, entered the oil magnate’s bedroom.
"Nothing in here to get excited about," said Kelley.
Morgan, opening the window and seeing Smith lying on the ground three stories below it, cried, "Run downstairs, Inspector. Quick! There he is!"
Kelley nodded, and was on his way. As he hurried out the door, he came face to face with the butler. Morgan eyed the servant suspiciously as he entered.
"When did you see Mr. Smith last?" he asked.
"About an hour ago. He had a telephone call which seemed to excite him and he came right up here to his room."
> [[Continue|220]]
"Who brought this up?" Morgan asked, fingering an unopened letter with an illegible postmark.
"He brought it up himself, sir, saying he was not to be disturbed."
"Anyone been here since?"
Kelley’s noisy entrance interrupted the butler’s "No, sir."
"Smith broke his neck. I found this on him," he remarked, handing the Detective a note.
<i>Ill health and financial trouble have made life a burden. I’m leaving my bedroom for the last time. A three-story drop and my misery will be over.
Smith</i>
"His death will be a blow to the oil industry," Kelley mused, as Morgan sat down at the desk and began to write with Smith’s fountain pen.
<font color="red">What was the cause of Smith's death?</font>
> [[Murder.|221]]
> [[Suicide.|222]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Had Smith committed suicide, the window through which he jumped would not have been closed as Morgan found it.
<center><i>Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, its own avenging angel.</i><br>(Coleridge)</center>
> [[Next Case|223]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Had Smith committed suicide, the window through which he jumped would not have been closed as Morgan found it.
<center><i>Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, its own avenging angel.</i><br>(Coleridge)</center>
> [[Next Case|223]]<center>CASE #52<br>
<i>Who?</i></center>
"I was trying to stop the flow with this, Detective," said Weeds, the butler, indicating a blood-covered towel he had just removed from the bed, "when Jones struck at me and I dropped it."
"And I’m sorry I missed!" angrily exclaimed Jones, the chauffeur.
"Never mind that," said Inspector Kelley.
"Did you find her, Weeds?" asked Detective Morgan.
"Yes, sir."
"She’s a good-looking woman," remarked Kelley, looking at the maid lying on the floor at the side of the bed. Her right hand outstretched, the wrist deeply cut, rested in a pool of blood on the polished floor. "Must have slipped off the bed." "I don’t think so. The spread hasn’t a wrinkle in it," said Morgan, noting the immaculate coverlet of pink lace, the edge caught under the girl’s body. "She was almost gone when I found her," offered Weeds, "and she died before I could get a doctor."
> [[Continue|224]]
"Is this yours, Jones?" inquired Morgan, picking up a sharp knife hidden by the girl’s dress.
"Yes. She wanted it to cut the stems of the flowers I had brought up."
"I didn’t see that knife when I tried to help her," said Weeds.
"Course you didn’t! You put it there!" shouted Jones angrily.
"How do you know? You weren’t here. And what’s more, I heard you threaten her last night. You don’t see any flowers here, do you, Inspector?" quietly asked Weeds.
"You’re right," said Kelley.
<font color="red">What was the cause of the maid's death?</font>
> [[Suicide.|225]]
> [[She was murdered by Weeds, the butler.|226]]
> [[She was murdered by Jones, the chauffeur.|227]]
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Kelley arrested Weeds, the butler. He said he dropped on the bed the blood-covered towel with which he was trying to arrest the flow from the maid’s wrist as Jones struck at him.
Yet Kelley and Morgan found the bed coverlet <i>immaculate</i>. Had Weeds done as he said, there would have been blood-stains on the bedcover.
<center><i>Blood follows blood...</center></i>
> [[Next Case|228]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Kelley arrested Weeds, the butler. He said he dropped on the bed the blood-covered towel with which he was trying to arrest the flow from the maid’s wrist as Jones struck at him.
Yet Kelley and Morgan found the bed coverlet <i>immaculate</i>. Had Weeds done as he said, there would have been blood-stains on the bedcover.
<center><i>Blood follows blood...</i><br>(Defoe)</center>
> [[Next Case|228]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Kelley arrested Weeds, the butler. He said he dropped on the bed the blood-covered towel with which he was trying to arrest the flow from the maid’s wrist as Jones struck at him.
Yet Kelley and Morgan found the bed coverlet <i>immaculate</i>. Had Weeds done as he said, there would have been blood-stains on the bedcover.
<center><i>Blood follows blood...</i><br>(Defoe)</center>
> [[Next Case|228]]<center>CASE #53<br>
<i>Murder in the Swamp</i></center>
"We’d better walk along the edge," said Detective Morgan, as they started down the only path leading through the swamp.
"I never thought of that. I was on the porch when Barton left," said Bob, as he trudged along. "Ten minutes later, I heard a shot. I ran down the path and found him about five hundred yards from the house, bleeding terribly from a wound in the head. I dashed back for the first-aid kit and bandaged him as best I could. He died shortly afterwards. Then I returned and telephoned you."
Reaching the body of Barton, he explained, "I turned him over so that I could dress his head."
"He must have been shot from over there, because those three sets of footprints are yours and the other one Barton’s," said Morgan, after a careful examination. "Let’s look in that underbrush."
> [[Continue|229]]
Walking into it a few yards, he said, "Here’s where the murderer stood, all right. See those powder-marks on the leaves?"
While removing the branch, Morgan cut his finger.
"Better sterilize that, Detective."
Back at the cottage, as he was about to pick up a mercurochrome bottle from the kit Bob had used, he observed a spot of blood on the label. Walking over to the basin, he saw Bob in the mirror above it, furtively slip a pair of scissors into the kit.
<font color="red">Is Bob a viable suspect?</font>
> [[Yes.|230]]
> [[No.|231]]
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The three sets of Bob’s footprints in the path told Morgan the story. Had Bob been at the house when his friend was shot, as he contended, there would have been <i>four</i> sets of his footprints.
<center><i>That is to be wise to see that which lies before your feet.</i><br>(Terence)</center>
> [[Next Case|232]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The three sets of Bob’s footprints in the path told Morgan the story. Had Bob been at the house when his friend was shot, as he contended, there would have been <i>four</i> sets of his footprints.
<center><i>That is to be wise to see that which lies before your feet.</i><br>(Terence)</center>
> [[Next Case|232]]<center>CASE #54<br>
<i>Death by Drowning</i></center>
"We were just getting into our boat," said the elder Carroll brother, "when we happened to notice Ridge out there in the middle of the river, opposite Wolf’s old abandoned dock, acting very queerly. He jumped up and down in the boat, and then, all of a sudden, grabbed an oar, threw it up in the air, and jumped in. We rowed to the spot, and I dived after him while my brother secured his boat. The current’s fast there, but I’m a strong swimmer. I swam around while my brother rowed about, but we could find no trace of him," he concluded.
"We found the oar all right, in the weeds at Wolf’s dock," interjected Riley, of the River Patrol.
"How wide is the river at that point?" asked Detective Morgan.
"About half a mile," said Carroll.
"Pretty lonely, too, isn’t it?"
> [[Continue|233]]
"It is that," replied Riley.
"The coroner’s report says Ridge had received a blow of some kind on the chin. Know anything about it, Carroll?" inquired Morgan.
"No, I don’t. Might have hit a rock or the side of the boat when he went over."
"Were you up or down river, from Ridge?"
"Up river, about three hundred yards, on the west side."
"Did you and your brother have on bathing-suits at the time?"
"I did, but my brother didn’t."
"Are there any blood-stains in Ridge’s boat, Riley?"
"Well, there are stains all right, and they look like blood to me."
<font color="red">How did Ridge die?</font>
> [[Suicide.|234]]
> [[Foul play.|235]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Had the accident occurred as explained by Carroll, the oar of Ridge’s boat could not have been found, as it was, at the dock <i>opposite</i> the point where he jumped in. The current would have deposited it downstream. Therefore, the Detective recommended the detention of the brothers.
<center><i>More water glideth by the mill, than wots the miller of.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|236]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Had the accident occurred as explained by Carroll, the oar of Ridge’s boat could not have been found, as it was, at the dock <i>opposite</i> the point where he jumped in. The current would have deposited it downstream. Therefore, the Detective recommended the detention of the brothers.
<center><i>More water glideth by the mill, than wots the miller of.</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|236]]<center>CASE #55<br>
<i>Tragedy at the Convention</i></center>
The Convention was in an uproar! The Drys were making a determined stand and showing some unexpected last-minute strength.
The Wets were shouting, clamoring, and stamping. The Chairman was vainly trying to restore order amid a scene of wild confusion.
As the excitement reached its pitch, Hurlenson, a powerful leader of the Wets, told a companion seated next to him that he felt a heart attack coming on and was going back to the hotel.
An hour later, the Convention was stunned to learn he had committed suicide in his room.
Detective Morgan, a guest at the Convention, went immediately to the hotel.
In Hurlenson’s room he found the police, the doctor, and Pollert, an influential delegate, who had discovered him.
> [[Continue|237]]
"The last time I saw Hurlenson was at the party last night, and he seemed in excellent spirits," said Pollert. "I arose late this morning—my room’s down at the other end of the corridor—and I was just leaving for the Convention hall when I heard a shot. I dashed directly here, but it was too late. He must have died immediately."
"He did," said the doctor. "He apparently stood in front of the mirror, took aim, and blew out his brains. There are powder-burns all around the wound."
Morgan learned that none of the maids or any of the other guests were on the floor at the time.
<font color="red">How did Hurlenson die?</font>
> [[Murder.|238]]
> [[Suicide.|239]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Morgan suspected Pollert because of his own statements that he did not know Hurlenson had returned to the hotel. Yet, when he said he heard a shot, he ran <i>directly</i> to Hurlenson’s room.
As his own room was down the corridor, he could not have known from what room the shot came, and he had no reason to assume it came from Hurlenson’s room.
<center><i>Politics, as a trade, finds most and leaves nearly all dishonest.</i><br>(Abraham Lincoln)</center>
> [[Next Case|240]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Morgan suspected Pollert because of his own statements that he did not know Hurlenson had returned to the hotel. Yet, when he said he heard a shot, he ran <i>directly</i> to Hurlenson’s room.
As his own room was down the corridor, he could not have known from what room the shot came, and he had no reason to assume it came from Hurlenson’s room.
<center><i>Politics, as a trade, finds most and leaves nearly all dishonest.</i><br>(Abraham Lincoln)</center>
> [[Next Case|240]]<center>CASE #56<br>
<i>A Murderer’s Mistake</i></center>
"Look, Detective! That’s how the murderer got in, all right," said Tracy.
As Morgan walked over to the ladder standing two feet from the back of the house, he knelt down and carefully studied the heavy footprints around it.
"Whose room is that?" he inquired, pointing to a second-story window against which the top of the thirty-foot ladder rested.
"That’s Uncle’s study," replied Tracy.
Going into the house, Morgan first questioned Withers, who had discovered the body of Lane, Tracy’s uncle.
"I was reading in my room," he said. "About two o’clock I heard a noise, so I armed myself and crept out into the hall. Then I heard it again, apparently in the study, so I stole down the corridor, opened the door, and rushed in.
> [[Continue|241]]
I turned on the lights, ran over to the open window, looked out, and saw a man scurry down the ladder, jump off, and run. I fired twice, but evidently missed him," he concluded.
"Were you home all evening, Mr. Tracy?"
"No. I had just put up the car when I heard the shots and saw a figure dash around the house."
"I’ll take a look at your car later, Tracy."
"Withers, show me exactly how you found Lane before you lifted him to the divan."
Withers righted an overturned chair, fitted its legs carefully to four impressions in the rug at the right of a smoking-stand, sat down, and slumped over to the left.
<font color="red">Who killed Lane?</font>
> [[An unknown person.|242]]
> [[Withers and/or Tracy.|243]]
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
These murderers, like many others, betrayed themselves by a simple oversight. One look at the ladder and Morgan knew no man could have climbed up or down it. The thirty-foot ladder was placed <i>two</i> feet from the house. Any person ascending or descending the ladder in such a position would have fallen backwards before reaching the top or bottom.
<center><i>To all facts there are laws,<br>The effect has its cause,<br>And I mount to the cause.</i><br>(Lord Lytton)</center>
> [[Next Case|244]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
These murderers, like many others, betrayed themselves by a simple oversight. One look at the ladder and Morgan knew no man could have climbed up or down it. The thirty-foot ladder was placed <i>two</i> feet from the house. Any person ascending or descending the ladder in such a position would have fallen backwards before reaching the top or bottom.
<center><i>To all facts there are laws,<br>The effect has its cause,<br>And I mount to the cause.</i><br>(Lord Lytton)</center>
> [[Next Case|244]]<center>CASE #57<br>
<i>Babe Comes Through</i></center>
"Strike two!" shouted Umpire Starlen.
"Kill the Umpire! You big bum! Thief!"
Detective Morgan turned in his place directly behind the plate to look at the excited man in the next box, waving an empty pop-bottle. He smiled. Couldn’t blame a chap for getting excited. Starlen did seem to be calling them wrong today. That last one <i>was</i> wide!
What a ball game! Six to three in favor of Philadelphia, last half of the ninth, three on, two out, and three and two on the mighty Babe. The crowd was on its feet, yelling and stamping.
The excited pitcher delivered the next throw quickly. Just as Babe connected with it for a home run a bottle hurtled through the air with terrific force and caught Starlen on the back of the head. He went down like a shot.
> [[Continue|245]]
Pandemonium broke loose. Women screamed, and a panic was threatened.
"That’s him! That’s him!" shouted several people, as a policeman ran down the ramp and grabbed the man who had attracted Morgan’s attention.
"Tryin’ to get away, are you?" bellowed the cop.
"I didn’t do it! Let go of me!" he cried, as the officer dragged him to the office.
Morgan followed. "May I ask a few questions?" he inquired.
"Let’s see your score card, young man. H’m, why didn’t you record that last hit? Everything else is here."
"Why, I was running at the time. I had an engagement."
<font color="red">Is the detained young man guilty, or innocent?</font>
> [[Guilty.|246]]
> [[Innocent.|247]]
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
There is a screen on the grandstand behind the home plate.
Morgan had noticed a few seconds before, in the box next to him, the man whom the policeman had caught running down the ramp. As he could not have thrown a bottle through the screen, and, in the time at his disposal, could not have reached either side of the screen, Morgan knew he was innocent.
He had noticed the man <i>after</i> two strikes and three balls had been called, and the pitcher delivered the next ball quickly.
<center><i>We must have bloody noses and crack’d crowns,<br>God’s me, my horse!</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|248]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
There is a screen on the grandstand behind the home plate.
Morgan had noticed a few seconds before, in the box next to him, the man whom the policeman had caught running down the ramp. As he could not have thrown a bottle through the screen, and, in the time at his disposal, could not have reached either side of the screen, Morgan knew he was innocent.
He had noticed the man <i>after</i> two strikes and three balls had been called, and the pitcher delivered the next ball quickly.
<center><i>We must have bloody noses and crack’d crowns,<br>God’s me, my horse!</i><br>(Shakespeare)</center>
> [[Next Case|248]]<center>CASE #58<br>
<i>A Soldier of Fortune</i></center>
"You’ll find Walter Briggs interesting, Morgan. He’s been all over the world," said Attorney Hamilton over the telephone. "He’s turned up after two years, claiming his uncle’s fortune. Better dine with us tonight."
"Thanks, I’ll be glad to. See you at eight."
As the three men sat around the dinner-table, Morgan remarked: "You’re a fortunate chap, Briggs. What have you been doing in the thirty-two years you have been away from America?"
"Well, lots of things. Mr. Hamilton, no doubt, told you I went to the Congo with Father when I was three. When he died, I attended school in England. Then I traveled for a while; did a bit of tiger-shooting in Africa, killed elephants in India, and became an ivory-trader, roaming over the Orient four or five years. I finally drifted into Russia, where I was a technical advisor to the Soviet."
> [[Continue|249]]
"What a jolly life you’ve had, Briggs!"
"Not altogether, Detective. I was in Manchuria, where life was anything but jolly. And then, being in sympathy with the Chinese, I took an active part in the Sino-Japanese War. It was in China I learned of my uncle’s death, so I came to New York immediately."
"Are you remaining here?" asked Hamilton.
"No. I'm headed to Paris as soon as things are settled."
After a pleasant evening, the three men parted.
<font color="red">Is this man Walter Briggs?</font>
> [[Yes.|250]]
> [[No.|251]]
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
Hamilton knew the real Walter Briggs had gone to Africa as a child. So, when this chap said he had shot tigers in Africa, Morgan was very, very skeptical. There are no tigers in Africa. Oh, well—look it up yourself!
<center><i>A traveler without observation is a bird without wings.</i><br>(Saadi)</center>
> [[Next Case|252]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
Hamilton knew the real Walter Briggs had gone to Africa as a child. So, when this chap said he had shot tigers in Africa, Morgan was very, very skeptical. There are no tigers in Africa. Oh, well—look it up yourself!
<center><i>A traveler without observation is a bird without wings.</i><br>(Saadi)</center>
> [[Next Case|252]]<center>CASE #59<br>
<i>Number Twenty-Six</i></center>
"You fellows must remember that more often than otherwise the little, seemingly inconsequential trifles, placed together, lead to the solution of crime. Never take anything for granted; examine thoroughly what appear to be the most unimportant details. You didn’t do so well with your last lesson," said Detective Morgan, addressing his class. "Now try your wits at this one."
“I know it sounds fishy, Inspector,”’ continued he, reading from a paper, ‘“but I was walkin’ along Sixteenth Street mindin’ my business. When I gets in front of number 26 I hears a dame scream "Help! Murder!" so I dashed up the steps to the house, pushed open the door, and rushed in. As I was halfway through the hall, a big guy steps out of a room and says, "Ah, there, Mr. Farrell, just in time!" I asks him what’s goin’ on, and just then three coppers came in and takes me, this guy, and a woman, in. Neither one of them would talk to me on the way, so I don’t know what it’s all about.”
> [[Continue|253]]“I’m going around myself,” replied the Inspector. “I’ll talk with you when I get back.”
As Kelley turned the knob at number 26, the door was violently pushed open in his face.
"Sorry,” said Detective Bradford. “Just going back to Headquarters. Found plenty of dope all right. Here’s something you’ll be interested in,” showing Kelley a man’s hat initialed “D.F.” “There are three packets of cocaine under the sweatband.”
<font color="red">Is this story</font>
> [[legitimate?|254]]
> [[fictitious?|255]]
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The inconsistency is this: Farrell said he <i>pushed</i> open the door. Yet Bradford, <i>inside</i> the house, <i>pushed</i> the door in Kelley’s face as the Inspector was entering.
If Bradford <i>pushed</i> the door in Kelley’s face, Farrell must have <i>pulled</i> the door to open it.
<center><i>The smallest hair throws its shadow.</i><br>(Goethe)</center>
> [[Next Case|256]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The inconsistency is this: Farrell said he <i>pushed</i> open the door. Yet Bradford, <i>inside</i> the house, <i>pushed</i> the door in Kelley’s face as the Inspector was entering.
If Bradford <i>pushed</i> the door in Kelley’s face, Farrell must have <i>pulled</i> the door to open it.
<center><i>The smallest hair throws its shadow.</i><br>(Goethe)</center>
> [[Next Case|256]]<center>CASE #60<br>
<i>Murder in the First Degree</i></center>
"Well, Inspector, we have your man," said Morgan as he walked into the office. "He gave us a merry chase, though."
"What a cool one this murderer is! He calmly ate his dinner while planning the crime. He didn’t give the cashier a chance—just brutally shot him down in cold blood—and all for thirty dollars. I tell you, Inspector, a man doesn’t need much incentive to commit murder these days. After shooting the cashier, he made a fast get-away in a waiting car."
"Fortunately, there was a policeman having dinner in the restaurant at the time, and he gave orders that nothing was to be disturbed at the table where the suspected murderer had eaten."
"There are several witnesses who will identify him, including the waitress who served him, but no jury will convict on that alone."
> [[Continue|257]]
"I found none of the suspect’s fingerprints, personal effects, or physical traces at or on the table."
"Both he and his attorney seem confident. They claim the gun was discharged accidentally," said Inspector Kelley.
<font color="red">Was this shooting</font>
> [[accidental?|258]]
> [[premeditated?|259]]score: score - 2
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<center><h2>INCORRECT</h2></center>
The fact that <i>none</i> of the suspect’s fingerprints were on the dishes or silver used while eating convicted him of first-degree murder.
In wiping his own prints from the things he had handled, he destroyed <i>all</i> prints—those of the waitress, cook, etc.
A damning bit of evidence that proved premeditation.
<center><i>The weakest spot in every man is when he thinks himself to be the wisest.</i><br>(Emmons)</center>
> [[Time to turn in your examination.|260]]score: score + 2
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<center><h2>CORRECT</h2></center>
The fact that <i>none</i> of the suspect’s fingerprints were on the dishes or silver used while eating convicted him of first-degree murder.
In wiping his own prints from the things he had handled, he destroyed <i>all</i> prints—those of the waitress, cook, etc.
A damning bit of evidence that proved premeditation.
<center><i>The weakest spot in every man is when he thinks himself to be the wisest.</i><br>(Emmons)</center>
> [[Time to turn in your examination.|260]]You head over to your mentor's office.
Detective Morgan is sitting in his office, working on his current postal chess games, when you knock on his door.
"Officer Taylor, please do come in and sit down," Morgan motions you over to a chair next to his desk. After he clears away the chess material from his desk, he takes your examination and looks it over.
It takes him quite some time to check your answers...
"You scored {score} out of a possible 120 points," Morgan says.<p><p>
[if score < 80; append]
"I'm sorry - you don't have what it takes to be a Detective. It's back to the streets with you! You can try again next year."
[else; append]
"You did well, Quinn. Welcome aboard, Detective Taylor. Go get your things and move into the office down the hall!"
> [[GAME OVER|1]]