296. Cuckoo

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Yes, said Blanche, the cuckoo clock was my grandmother’s. I just love it. I’ve known it since I was too small to remember. I was thrilled when Grandma gave it to me. I thought she was going to give it to another grandchild. Of course, she gave it to me the very morning she was murd…

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And then after all that, the body was eventually discovered. Who would’ve thought to hide a body there? Right bang in the…

CUCKOO! CUCKOO! CUCKOO!

There was no motive. Nothing in the house seemed to be touched. So the murderer wasn’t looking for money it seems. Not a finger print to be found. Only the prints of a few close relatives, including mine! I had visited Grandma only that morning. That’s when she gave me the…

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Dear Grandma! Such a shame she had to go so suddenly and violently. The police have given up the case now because all clues ended in a dead end. They couldn’t of course find the weapon. It had to be something heavy. What mystified the police was the shape; sort of a pine cone shape. But it had to be heavier than a pine cone…

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CUCKOO! CUCKOO! CUCKOO!

Gentle thoughts and expressions of astoundedness are both gratefully accepted.

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