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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.