Dr. Orchid sat still and breathed, cards in hand. Ordinarily, an accusation of assault would send bristles erupting dangerously, but this particular game required careful self-censorship. One slender finger slid a card across the table to the accusing party. Rope. “Ooh, I knew I got another one!” crowed Mrs Peacock, checking her newly acquired card. … Continue reading Clue


There’s writing on the wall, They even wrote a name;I call the children outAnd ask them who’s to blame.‘It wasn’t me,’ says Becca,‘It wasn’t Tommy neither!’I can’t get a confessionOut of Tommy either.Then Becca gets a boardAnd Tommy gets the chalk,And both the children drawAnd give a little talk:They made a friend, they say,Who told … Continue reading Whodunnit