“I don’t know how to tell you this, but the safe has been robbed. The diamonds are gone.”“What?” the police chief shouted, “You mean the safe that you’ve been guarding carefully?”“That’s the one.”“But we checked every single space in the building in which a human being could possibly hide; it was totally empty. And we […]

It was a dark and stormy night in Erisville. Jagged bolts of lightning wracked the sky above Detective Callahan’s house. “Glad I’m not out there tonight,” Callahan thought. He gazed out his bay window at the thick, frozen fog that had engulfed the landscape. As his yard vanished and was replaced by an eerie, foggy

My father has, over the years, restored his magnificent 1956 Chevrolet convertible to near perfect condition. Last weekend, he decided to go on a little spin (it was a warm day, perfect weather for a convertible). As he was pulling out of the driveway, he noticed he was low on gas. The gauge was practically

Detective Larson gazed around the cluttered dingy apartment. The aging famous columnist Max Worthington had been fatally stabbed. His agent, Roger, had called the police when Max failed to submit his column to the newspaper.Max’s body was draped over his manual typewriter. The detective glanced at the paper in the typewriter. It appeared to be

Carrie Marshall had recently joined the Riverside police force, and on the first day of her job, she was sent out to investigate a new homicide case. The murder involved a wealthy bachelor, Steven Andrews, who lived in an expensive, grand oceanside mansion. At the time of the murder, there had been five other people

Duffus loved potato chips almost as much as he loved his tea. The problem was when he had large family gatherings, all the kids would devour his snacks before he could. His marble game worked for a while, but his trick was soon found out. So, Duffus came up with another way to keep the

Once upon a time, in the West Lake village, a servant lived with his master. After service of about 30 years, his master fell ill and was going to die. One day, the master called his servant and asked him for a wish. It could be any wish but just one. The master gave him

One snowy night, Sherlock Holmes was in his house sitting by a fire. All of a sudden, a snowball came crashing through his window, breaking it.Holmes got up and looked out of the window just in time to see three neighbourhood kids, who were brothers, run around a corner. Their names were John Crimson, Mark

Pirate Pete had been captured by a Spanish general and sentenced to death by his 50-man firing squad.Pete cringed, as he knew their reputation for being the worst firing squad in the Spanish military. They were such bad shots that they would often all miss their targets and simply maim their victims, leaving them to

“The richest man of town was murdered late last night,” the reporter exclaimed from the television across the room. “Chief Graham tells us that the police are carefully investigating everything and everyone, but they have no lead suspect yet.”Chief Graham let out a sigh as he looked out of the window at the reporter and

Oswald Gerber is drowsily awoken. The telephone is ringing again. Before he climbs out of bed, he throws a quick glance at the clock: 4.00 in the morning. The last time the telephone rang was a little after 3.00. He furiously stomps through the flat and snatches the telephone receiver. “Gerber!” he shouts annoyed into

David Campbell, General Agent of the Silver Star Insurance company, resident of the London Borough of Chelsea, planned carefully. He began with sending his wife Linda and his twin daughters Rita und Shelly to the countryside. It was a Friday evening. On Saturday evening he took the last 150 pounds from the office safe and

It is the night between Sunday and Monday. It is four minutes after one o’ clock. A man slides silently along in the shadows of the house wall and past the brass framed door of the art gallery “Sackmann & Litt”. The man is wearing a dark suit and a dark roll-neck pullover under it.

Robert, the security guard, drew his gun, took a deep breath, and headed down a shadowy corridor full of plastic cobwebs, fake blood and recorded screams. It was Robert’s worst nightmare, a real-life killer on the loose in Cohan’s Haunted House. At least one person was dead, and behind any one of these doors might

Detective Drosnin stopped by Ms. Gray’s house to inform her that the creep who had been stalking her years ago had just escaped from prison. She seemed to take the news fairly well, and was very polite, though she didn’t invite him in.“You know how demented he is; I’m worried that he’ll come after you.