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2428.  Sometimes it’s better not to know

Ivar had just recently celebrated his birthday. The celebration had been a pleasant occasion. His three grown children had visited. They all gave little gifts, for example Ross, the youngest, had given him a card with four raffle tickets for a brand new car. The tickets didn’t win anything but it was the thought that counts!

Then several days later Ross tuned up – just passing – in a brand new expensive car.

“Where did you get that from?” asked Ivar.

“You know that raffle I gave you the tickets for?” said Ross. “I took a couple for myself and won! Isn’t it a beauty?”

It was indeed! Ross took his father for a quick spin around the block. Amazing!

When Ross had gone Ivar rummaged through the waste bin and found his four raffle tickets. The numbers were 43941, 43942, 43944, and 43945. The missing number, 43943, had been the winning number.

Ivar never said beep to anyone. Sometimes it’s better not to know.

2142. Elsie’s method of murder

It was a marvellous way to murder. Elsie wondered why no one had thought of it before. She wondered why it wasn’t ever employed in a whodunit novel. She had used it twice on her husbands; first on Bert, and several years later on Edgar.

There was not the slightest suspicion stemming from the murders. All she need do each time was to feign a genuine grieving.

And now her third husband was in line. She had grown tired of him, and if the truth be told, he had grown tired of her. A murder, particularly Elsie’s method of murder, was a lot cheaper (and quicker) than a divorce. She made provisions to carry out the deed the following Friday. That would give her the weekend to make suitable arrangements for grief.

Friday arrived! The deed was done and with considerable panache! Frederick was dead! How sad is that?

What was Elsie’s method you might well ask? To give the method away would ruin the possibility of using it again. She might need to perform it on Hubby Number Four.

1654. A secret revealed

(Thanks to badfinger20 of PowerPop… An Eclectic Collection of Pop Culture for the opening sentence).

Nine-year-old Marty secretly buried a box next to his parent’s house. Why? I hear you ask. And what was in the box? Even though it’s secret, some of us are party to the information. But first, we must backtrack a little to provide some context.

Marty had lived an eventful nine years. He had been shuffled from one foster home to another. Eventually he was claimed and adopted by his biological parents who regretted giving him up nine years earlier. What became obvious very quickly was the reason they had given Marty up for adoption in the first place: they were incompetent parents.

Neither parent worked. Mom got drunk every night. Dad was hardly ever home; he was out doing whatever it is that grownups do. Marty was always hungry. In many ways he was the only sensible person in the household.

Anyway, he had no trouble getting rid of the bodies. It was the tell-tale kitchen carving knife he was most worried about.