Siamese twins have to be genetically identical, meaning they have to originate from the same embryo, that split soon after conception. Is that it? Or do I miss the mark completely?
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Siamese twins have to be genetically identical, meaning they have to originate from the same embryo, that split soon after conception. Is that it? Or do I miss the mark completely?
That's probably right. It's true that twins don't have to look alike, but SIAMESE twins are identical twins whose embryos didn't completely separate.
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Originally Posted by AimusSage
My congragulations, gentlemen. That is the point, exactly. Siamese or Co-joined twins may be joined anywhere along the body. I know of one set where the girls have one body, (but three breasts), two heads, two arms, and two legs. One girl controls one half or the body and the other the opposite side. Strange, but true. But never would there be COMPLETE co-joined twins that were not identical. In the case of what is called a parasitical twin, not full formed, it may be deformed. BRAVO! http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/sportlich/f015.gifQuote:
Originally Posted by Robinhood3000
Very sick today, and probably will be for a couple days. But I wanted to post this riddle. Here's to you, DC! ;)
Anthony started on it.
Mary was required to keep it,
but Donald often lost it,
while Bridget wasted it.
It was decided that Albert had to do it,
yet Phil thought it changed too much—
and Mary began to complain that she couldn’t keep up with it—
reasoning that George was always behind it.
Now Rosemarie was definitely on it,
but Paul always ran out of it,
and absent-minded Alice simply forgot it.
Tyler seemed totally lost in it.
Finally, Marco finished on it,
but the next day Susan killed it—
and nobody knows where it goes.
The question is: What is it?
Time Pen?
:D
I imagine Nightshade is right.
Here's one:
Every driver knows what these are.
Ollie uses them,
So does Connor.
Roy prefers the old-fashioned way, but uses them from time to time.
Golden or green
They come back or blow up (not both)
Some have "Everlast" written on them.
What are they?
hazards?
no I have no idea:D
Nooope. Think a little harder. You're all sharp enough to catch it.
indicators?
nope brans gone :D
Darn, I thought that would take longer! You got it in one, Night! http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/sportlich/f015.gifQuote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
Batteries, Archer.Quote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
Tsk tsk, Pen--you, I would expect to know this one. Your answer had two words--one leads you the wrong way. The other is a convenient hint. Also...
Think about it.Quote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
True. The answer was in the names you used in your puzzle. ARROWS.Quote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
Brand-new one. Try it.
Gem of Deception by Jonathan Blade
The new display at Ives Huxeford’s private museum was drawing quite a crowd. The man himself stood near his latest purchase, beaming at Commissioner Weston and his friend, millionaire playboy Lamont Cranston.
“You have heard of this gem in your travels, no doubt, Cranston. But now you and all who come here may see the famed Eye of Shiva.” Huxeford rubbed his hands together in his excitement.
Cranston regarded the blue-white diamond in the case before him. It was slightly smaller than a pigeon’s egg, perfectly cut, and unmounted. It was nestled in red felt to contrast its beauty. The case was glass topped, and sided, with a base of metal with a locking mechanism.
“You seem to have taken precautions against the jewel theft ring that has been operating in this area.” Cranston remarked.
“True!” Huxeford purred. “The glass of that case is an inch thick. It is also bullet proof and shatterproof. The steel of the bottom half resists cutting by any method, including torch, and the lock is a cipher wheel to which only I know the password. I’m not so foolish as to have written it down anywhere.”
“Hey! What is—“ Weston was hit from behind, and fell heavily to the floor. Cranston turned, and caught a glancing blow to his own temple. A masked man leaped to the jewel case and seized it. But Huxeford wasn’t letting go. The two men struggled over the case, and as Cranston rose, an avenging shadow, he could hear the Eye of Shiva bouncing off the sides of the case. With a single blow, Cranston knocked the masked thief unconscious.
Weston had partially risen, and now handcuffed the fallen thief.
“I cannot thank you enough, Lamont!” Huxeford panted. “He almost got away with it!”
Cranston was looking at the unmarked glass case. His eyes glittered. “So you did, Huxeford. Weston, if you have another pair of cuffs, Huxeford needs arresting also. He was that man’s partner in this scheme.”
“What! The man tried to rob me!” Huxeford blustered. “This is a very poor joke!”
“No joke, Huxeford. Weston, your prisoner, I believe. And take the gem case for evidence.”
WHAT HAS TIPPED THE SHADOW OFF? AND TO WHAT CRIME?
Exactamundo, Pendragon--well done!!
Hmm...if the diamond were real, the glass would have been scratched on the interior. Huxeford has made a switch.
To borrow your phrase, Archer, exactamundo! But the second part of the question still portends-- why have he and his cohort gone to such great lengths to have the robbery, if the diamond is a fake? Pourquoi?Quote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
Well, the old stand-by is insurance--the real gem, plus the insurance for the "stolen" one. But then, I get the feeling it's more complex than that...
Not this time, mon ami. You are one-hundred per cent correct. The old scheme, played to extrenes. Fix everything up, get unimpeachable witnesses there who could swear that he had done everything to retain the "gem", even fought the thief, then collect the insurance money while keeping the real gem as well. I have about eight outlines written out, but no stories I haven't posted already. I'll get to work, I have readers to please! Well done! http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/sportlich/f015.gifQuote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
Bleh sorry for the delay I meant to post this earlier... but... bleh, computer froze and I had to rewrite. Now... 7-9 days later... I'm posting it again. Lol... like I said I apologize for the delay, and you probably won't like the end either... but... I kind of rushed it a bit at the end, if I didn't I probably would never finish. ;_; I hate being cursed with that (deadly) sin of sloth.
Ok... I believe I started by saying something like... this being my first mystery and apologizing if it was too easy (of course it was a lot longer than that : p). You also have to use a bit of assumption and logic and stuff like that... I'm not sure if you'll like... bleh. On another note I had actually thought of another one of these but forgot something... so bleh... I can't. Afterwards I went on to say...:
The Voice of Death: A Tragedy at Moonlight Street
The moon illuminated the sky, occasionally being blocked out by clouds, and shined upon the window of a house. Within the house he lay, tossing and turning for he feared falling asleep and, eventually, he just gave up and opened his eyes, yet began to feel odd. When he looked down upon his shirt he realized it was soaked and his throat felt dry, so he therefore concluded that the best thing to do was to go downstairs to get a cup of water. His restlessness jolted him out of bed, and he started heading for the stairs. As he was walking down the hallway he decided to check the mirror, something was out of the ordinary in his house, and he felt that by looking in the mirror he could figure out what it was. Yet when he looked inside, he found nothing to answer his question, nothing, everything was normal, his own reflection, the window in the background... the coffin behind him, everything was normal, so he went on to get that cup of... orange juice. He gulped down the drink almost immediately, got a refill, then another, and right afterwards he began to head back. On his way back, the tunnel became longer, and longer, and longer, and for some reason he felt the need to cross the tunnel instead, he looked across to the other side and spotted a figure. An odd figure which sat near a wall. Yet that's what it only did, it only sat there, doing what was most likely staring, or perhaps thinking, and appeared to be the reason behind all the absurdity he felt around him. "Who are you?", Luke asked the cloaked creature, and it responded, chilling even the air around Luke:
"The moonlight shines across the window,
shining oh so bright,
lighting up this world of limbo,
lurking out of sight"
It was not the answer he had expected, and he felt that perhaps he might be losing his mind. What happened next proved this even further. He felt as if there was a dark essence around him, as if there was a dark essence trying to reach his mind. He tried to fight it, but with no avail.
"he looks across the dark, wide hall,
feeling his demise,
and he sees the shadow near the wall,
hidden from his eyes"
All at once, time felt as if it slowed down... yet everything happened rapidly. His mind fogged up with fog, his brain burned up with fever, his eyes stung with pain, his chest throbbed with beats, his legs shivered with panic. All he felt he could do was listen to that shadow, near the wall, and do as he bid.
"hypnotically he starts to walk,
to the other side,
listening to the shadow talk,
and hearing him misguide"
his heart raced at a rate of a thousand beats per minute, his eyes just didn't work anymore, he felt something, and he looked down even though he couldn't see
"but, alas, he plunges towards the ground,
death so palpable,
and then he hears it as a sound,
the train so touchable"
As soon as he felt the train begin to penetrate his skin, hearthe windows break and crash (and hear the creature begin to laugh), he opened his eyes at once and reappeared in bed. The moon was shining through the window, he looked at his shirt, it was soaking wet, and he felt the need to get a glass of water. A quick shiver ran down his spine at this thought, and so he tried his best to go back to sleep instead, despite his horrible dream. By the time he woke up it was 10:00, he was dying of thirst, he went downstairs to the kitchen and got a glass of water. His mom, who was in the same room was talking on the phone, and he could hear someone through the other line, but was uncapable of figuring out who it was. "So at what time are you going to be here?", his mom asked. "In about 1 hour 15 minutes, perhaps", his aunt replied, then there was a pause, "We're almost done eating right now, so we'll talk to you when we get there". By then he had finished drinking and set his glass down in the sink, and went to take a shower, brush his teeth and do all that other stuff one does in the morning. By the time he was done, his mother had finished talking over the phone, and was in the bathroom with a brush in one hand and a blow dryer on the other. "So who's coming over?", he asked. "What do you mean who's coming over? Your aunt and cousins are coming over from New Jersey, they've been talking about it for a week now, don't you remember?"
"Oh, that's right"
"I was just talking to her, they're going to be here in about 2 hours 30 minutes. They're probably going to be stopping at the plazas though"
"Oh"
"In another note, its someone's special day today", she smiled, "now you didn't forget your birthday too, didya?"
"Tha-"
He was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Go answer it". It ended up being his friend Drake. "Oh hey, Drake, what's up?"
"Hey... nice bike", he grinned.
"Bike?"
Luke went over to the garage and right there... near the garage door he saw it... the bike. "Come on, let's test it out, the day is perfectly clear today... I knew it was your birthday so your mom and I chipped in and bought you one, it's in tip top shape", Drake said. Luke then said thanks and gave him a pound hug, "I haven't eaten breakfast yet so I'll do that and then we'll go, k?", his friend agreed. "Mom, thanks!", Luke exclaimed as he entered the house, and after a moment of thanking each other he went on to breakfast. "You really didn't have to get me such a gift", he said as he ate. "Oh what are you doing there?", his mom asked the baby on the floor, not expecting an answer, "I just wonder how you keep getting out of your crib like that. Of course I did Luke your my son". "And your my friend", Drake answered, "even though... I only really just payed like... 20%". The conversation continued and in a while the two friends were headed toward the park.
Now, assuming what each of them said was true, specifically about the bike being ok, how does Luke die?
Hit by a car that comes from out of line of sight while crossing a street with a messed up signal light.
Not exactly... I guess you would assume that because the moon was shining and was occasionally blocked out by clouds... and that could represent the street light, even though, the clouds part wasn't meant to be a part of the dream actually. Here's what you got right:
-Hit by a car while crossing the street
but things happened that actually made things worse. I guess I'm just trying to make a mystery that involves a level of assumption here, so... bleck... it's my first time making something like this.
OK. I didn't mean that type of street light. A signal light, one that tells you when it is safe to go. The signal light was working improperly, showing him that he could go because the light was green when it should have been red for stop. He found this out too late, the car he thought had to stop for a red light had a green light also, and thus ran him down. Closer? ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by DigitalCrash
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Originally Posted by Pendragon
But if that were the case you would also assume that he would look both ways too. There something else... and perhaps I just didn't make it clear enough... like I said, trying to make a teaser that allows assumptions... somewhat. Ok, there's a part in the poem that tells you how it happens. One is told by the shadow, sort of (I guess I should probably make that one more clear, seems a bit out of reach), something else is said by someone else, and then something else happens which connects with what the shadow said which is pretty much the thing that prevents him from avoiding it, and the last is told in the dream, which prevents the driver from doing anything. Hope I didn't spoil it though.
you might want to reread it a bit though... as I sort of editted a bit... lol. I've got to get everything straight before I post it next time. I think everything is ok now... it's possible to figure it out (it still was before but now its just more
"reachable")
OK. I was correct on him being killed by a car while crossing the street. Here's what I get from your clues: He crossed the street without looking for traffic (that hypnotic stare), the car couldn't stop because it was too close (lurking unseen) and it was driven by his aunt and cousins coming over from New Jersey. Tragic. But a good mystery. ;) EDIT: One thought that just hit me: If they were coming from Jersy, they would exit from the Holland Tunnel. The tunnel would block their vision until they emerged. Just a thought. :brow:
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Originally Posted by Pendragon
Well... actually I don't know much about New Jersey just chose a random place :lol: but your right actually on two things:
-The car was driven by his aunt and cousins coming from New Jersey
-He crossed the street without looking for traffic... but... their was a reason for it (even though, not exactly)
There's still a bit more to it, think about what people do when they travel, and when they pass by plazas and the trip might take a while. Think about what can be inside a service plaza, and what people do inside one, and what they may do when they come out. Basically it ends up being:
-Aunt loses control of car(2 things that does that)
-Luke loses control of bike(1 reason for it)
The solution ends up involving all the characters. I just gave you how the Mom is involved. Death is the cause (shadow). Luke is the victim. The aunt and cousins are the... umm... tools of death? Well... here's yet another hint:
-Drake has nothing to do with Luke losing control of his bike... he mentions something that's true (like the Mom mentioning the plazas) that'll make the aunt lose control of her car.
:lol: OK. I will keep at it, but if I may point something out, I have answered the question as you asked it, viz: Now, assuming what each of them said was true, specifically about the bike being ok, how does Luke die?
I said he was hit by a car while crossing the street, further amending that to saying which car hit him, and that he crossed the street without looking. This assumes nothing failed on the bike, such as the brakes, so everyone was telling the truth. Nothing in your original question states that I have to say why he wasn't looking, or why the car hit him, just how he died. On that basis, I think I can claim victory. The rest is window dressing which I shall endeavor to figure out, but the question was answered. ;) :nod:
Yup, your right, you did answer it correctly and you found the flaw in my teaser :D so I guess I'll say congrats to that (and I should've said that in my past post, so sorry for that I guess). It's my first mystery like I said, lol. I think I'll be more cautious on my next one... I think I'll give one away, that's way to far out of reach:
-Baby accidently unties Luke's shoes a little, by the time Luke gets to the street the shoes are untied and get caught in the pedal distracting Luke
That one would be too far out of reach. The last two aren't though. Not sure if you want to solve it though so. I won't really state. One has to do with a cycle though. Afterwards, I think I'll repost it a better version to see what you think... lol... after it's solved x) geesh I really messed up... Anyhow... the question would probably be editted by adding (it involves all the characters) at the end.
Funny, but the worse bicycle wreck I ever had was caused by something similar. I had been to work, (I worked at a high school in the summers as a janitorial handyman during my high school years), and had been given a new pair of Nikes I found while cleaning out the guys dressing room. We were poor, so I wasn't going to pass up that deal! When I left for home, I tied the shoes securely to the handlebars of my ten-speed. They worked loose, and one went into the front tire. I crashed onto my left shoulder and lay tangled in the bike in the center of approaching traffic. The lady barely was able to stop in time. I have a triangular scar on to remind me. The shoe wasn't damaged, nor the bike. But since I bleed rather easily, I lost a lot of blood, soaked my t-shirt. :lol: I will try the rest of the puzzle, I was at it last night, but a storm hit and I had to scram off the computer! You didn't really mess up, DC, you just needed to specify what you wanted the reader to figure out. As I said, it was a great mystery! If that was your first, whew! You shall far surpass me, I assure you! :nod: :)Quote:
Originally Posted by DigitalCrash
Wow, I'm glad your ok, that must've been something. The worsest thing that's happened to me in a bicycle was when I was try to learn how to ride down inclines. I was going down a hill, and then freaked out and I just went on... there was a road at the bottom of the hill and I got freaked out afterwards and just couldn't stop. Luckly, no one was passing by and I didn't fall of or anything. My family was there to, since they were teaching me, and made sure there wasn't a car passing by or anything, so... I was going to be ok, but that was my scariest moment in a bicycle. Later afterwards though, my friend fell while skating on that very same hill (there was a bit of a road at the top, so I think she fell and scraped her knee or something with the floor) and well, being worried of my friend I just simply rode the bike down the hill perfectly... x) she is so smart. Anyhow, a couple of weeks ago I was riding a bike, and my shoes weren't fully tied, I didn't really pay much attention so they untied and got caught on the pedal. It was really hard to stop(with my shoe being caught on the pedal and all) so I tried to get to a safe place (which obviously made the shoe get caught a bit more) and once there, my other leg was free so I leaned to my right and try to balance, and with my hands I untangled the shoe lace, then got off the bike and tied it. Even though, that is no where near as horrible as yours, I'm glad your ok, that must've been something, such experiences keep reminding me of Final Destination.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
Unfortunely for Luke here, he isn't so lucky. Perhaps I could specify a bit more in the dream, I just didn't want to give too much. In the same way I make food I'm afraid of adding too much of something (like to much salt or sugar) so sometimes I end up with too little of something. In this case it was fear of giving too much information I guess. Perhaps I should work on that, and try to specify a bit more, I just hope I don't take the extreme and specify too much :lol:. As for surpassing you, nah, you're too good to be surpassed. :)
Well I guess I'll just say the answer since it's been a day (or two) since the last post. Alright, here's how it goes... (and yeah I probably need to specify, but I'll get better, I know I will):
-Over the night, it was cloudy, but then it rained, which cleared up the sky.
-That little baby accidently unties Luke's shoes
-While stopping at the next plaza, the aunt gets a cup of coffee... or something like that. Then she gets a refill to take while on the road.
Putting that together, the road is slippery, Luke's aunt reaches for the cup at the cup holder but it spills, causing her to look down, and at the same time Luke's shoes get caught on the pedal. You do the math.
Police Lineup for a Shadow by Jonathan Blade
When Henry Arnaud exited the cab in front of the exclusive 5th Avenue apartment complex, Ace Detective Joe Cardona greeted him.
“Thank you for coming, sir. I wasn’t sure you would be at The Cobalt Club at this hour.”
“Where is Acting Police Commissioner Wainwright Barth? Shouldn’t he be in charge here?” Arnaud’s tone was sharp, but there was a secret spark in his eyes.
“I, well, I’m acting on a hunch, Mr. Arnaud. Barth, well, he ain’t Commissioner Weston. I realize that if we are caught, I could loose my job.”
“What has happened here?”
Joe consulted his notes. “Reginald Fearnleah, resident of 603, was discovered shot between the eyes on the floor of his apartment around 11:30 PM. He was an investor, a silent partner in many men’s clothing stores, including Brooks Brothers of 5th Avenue. We do have a witness, of sorts. An elderly gentleman in the building across the street, one Tavish Cawley, saw the shadow of a slender man, arm extended as if to fire a weapon on the lighted window blind in that apartment, but he thinks it was closer to 10:00 PM. The coroner’s preliminary report places the time of death somewhere close to 9:00 PM.”
“And your problem is exactly what, Cardona?” Arnaud tried to sound exasperated, but The Shadow was keenly interested.
“Only four men would have cause to want Fearnleah dead. The first is Fletcher Delmar, a former partner, who felt Fearnleah cheated him. He is in the insurance business now, and left last night for Chicago. Luigi Orlando, a former bodyguard with a hot temper, who felt he was unfairly dismissed. He works for a limo service, and his logbook checks out OK. Fearnleah’s sole heir, his nephew, Axel Valerius is at Oxford. And Brooks Brothers owner Cowin Odell, not a great fan of his silent partner, was doing remodeling at his store into late hours all week. He’s quite a handyman. They are all too big to cast that shadow and they all have alibis.”
“You must sign in and out of that building, correct?” Arnaud asked.
“Yeah. I thought of that. Since Fearnleah’s death is placed at 9:00 PM, I ran a check back to 7:00 PM. See for yourself.”
The eyes of The Shadow burned as he scanned the list:
7:15 PM Residents, 604 out for the evening.
7:30 PM Two repairmen with toolbox on a handcart arrive to fix No. 6 elevator. Larger man signs for firm of Cartwright & Manning.
8:00 PM Resident, 430 checks in.
8:15 PM Resident 503 Checks in.
8:45 Visitor for resident, 303. Signs name Jeremy Applethorne
9:00 PM Resident, 501, a doctor, out on emergency call.
9:37 PM Applethorne checks out.
10:45 PM Cartwright & Manning check out. Elevator now serviceable.
11:30 PM Residents 604 check in and discover resident 603 dead. Police contacted.
11:45 PM Police arrive
Arnaud looked up. “Have the doorman come out here, please.”
“Now, look, I dinnae like being taken from me job. ‘Tis niver a McQuaid ever shirked duty, and Fallon will no be the first!”
“Calm yourself, Mr. McQuaid. I have a question about Mr. Manning? What was he like?” Arnaud asked.
“Faith, sir, he fair gave me the shivers, that one did. Ye’d think him made o’ wood for aught he did. Cigarette burning in the corner of his mouth, but divil the breath of it I saw him take! He talked right enough, but his lips dinnae move. And he niver let go o’ that cart. Ye’d think the big man were pulling it and him!
“It’s down the hall they goes and back they comes w’ him leaning on that cart! He were gone for a spell, for I made so bold as to slip down there whilst they were workin’. The door of the cage were closed and all, but ye could heard tools bang and them talkin’.
“As they left Manning raises an arm in fare-thee-well, be it were so unnatural, I were glad to see them gone!”
“Cardona, I recommend you go back over your list of suspects, treating everything you’re heard as truth. And be sure to bear in mind the odd antics of Mr. Manning.”
The Shadow hailed a cab and vanished into the night on a breath of sardonic laughter…
SO, REMEMBERING THAT EVERYTHING SAID IS TRUE, WHO IS GUILTY AND HOW DID THEY MANAGE IT?
well he must have been dead at that point obviously
Who, Mr. Manning? We are investigating the death of Mr. Fearnleah! Don't get sidetracked on that particular clue. We know Fearnleah was dead at 9:00 PM. Cartwright & Manning check out at 10:45 PM, so certainly Fearnleah was dead at that point by testimony of the police coroner. Dig a little deeper. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by chez
Oh, come now! Use the process of elimination to rid yourself of who has the compleately unbreakable alibis. Use the sign in book to see who went in and came out and ask yourself this? You know none of them could have cast the shadow on the blind themselves, they were too big. But did someone enter who was the size of a suspect? If so, how could he have rigged the shadow on the blind? Who was his accomplice in the crime. and did they come in or were they already there? How could he get an accomplice on such short notice who would do everything as asked? The Shadow knows... http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/figuren/e010.gif
Is the shade with his arm extended just a red herring?
One of the "red herrings" this murderer has placed down so far, yes. Nice spot, there, m'boy. http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/figuren/e010.gifQuote:
Originally Posted by Taliesin
Your answer to this mystery:
SOLUTION:
Brooks Brothers owner Corwin Odell. Hearing of the elevator problem, he came in disguised as two repairmen, something he could do, since he was handy with tools. The second repairman was a manikin from his clothing store, fastened to the cart itself. Odell provided the voice for both, and rigged one arm to move on a string. He killed his hated enemy with a silenced gun and later staged the shadow on the blind with the manikin hoping someone would see and provide an extra alibi.
The Shadow knows!
This morning, at breakfast, Mrs. Charlene Wilberforce dropped a very expensive ruby ring into a cup of coffee and picked the ring out again not even wet. How? http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/er...smiley-001.gif
Dried coffee?
Only way possible, non? The coffee cup contained instant coffee that had yet to have the boiling water added. Good read! http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/figuren/a030.gif http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/figuren/a030.gif http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/figuren/a030.gif http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/figuren/a030.gif http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/figuren/a030.gifQuote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000