Because I always do what other people tell me to do, I am obeying Dr Ian Hocking‘s command to write a new twistery a day, every day up to and including Christmas day, and to call the exercise “The Twelve Days of Twistmas”. I must be insane. Either that, or he is using some strange …
Although she’d been dead for 11 hours, her killer’s name was still on her lips. Solution. The real mystery was how Louise Appleby came to be sharing a house with a group of people she hated and who, in turn, hated her. Once, perhaps, they had been friends. But the things that they had in …
1 locked room containing 1 corpse. 1 barred window. Key was on the inside, still in the lock: a silvery blob on the end, the 1 clue. It was a poky little room, a garret from another age, perched atop four twisting, crumbling flights of stairs. Climbing up to it, you had the sense that …
Something to think about over the long weekend: 1 locked room containing 1 corpse. 1 barred window. Key was on the inside, still in the lock: a silvery blob on the end, the 1 clue. Solution here.
Prof Mirabilis the inventor tested his new birdcage lock in an empty locked room. When he came back the cage was open & the bird was out. No murder in this Twistery. No crime of any sort, unless we count a crime against commonsense. For a man with so many letters after his name (BSc, …