C-W-D.R.-O: April 2013

ELVEN POST

Hi there! This is Erimore, here with your irregular Elven Post!

Contents
1. A Mystery

The Mystery of the Power Surge

-In a room in the courthouse-

Detective Gumshoe held his phone to his ear, listening to the mysterious threat caller. “This is important. He's escaped. And he's coming. He's coming for you...” Gumshoe’s phone went dead. “He hung up. If only we knew what he meant.” The judge frowned. “Gumshoe, do you smell burning bacon?” And the lights went out.

Gumshoe was ok, but he heard the judge stumble. “Judge?! Stay calm!” The judge stopped moving, and coughed. “Actually, I don’t think its bacon…” Gumshoe groaned. “No kidding, Your Honor,” he muttered. “Follow me, sir. I have the nose of a bloodhound.” The judge grunted. “Really? I‘ve never noticed it.” He replied. Gumshoe hung his head. “It’s a figure of speech. Now come!”

-The two run through the court house guided only by Detective Gumshoe’s sense of smell. They finally sniff it out.-

Gumshoe finally came to a stop. “It's in here.” The judge shrugged his shoulders, but Gumshoe couldn’t see him doing it. “It smells funny...” The lights flickered on, and the judge started with a shock. That allowed him to notice the defendant, John Smith, in the pose of sleeping. “Hey, look! The defendant is sleeping!” He frowned. “Court is in session, wake up, Mr. Smith!” Gumshoe noticed the bailiff crouching in the corner of the room. “Bailiff, get out of the corner, you baby!” Bailiff Jackson whimpered. “He's dead; they're all going to die...” The judge cocked his head. “Bailiff, what do you mean?”

-Insane laughter follows shortly, and a man in an orange suit with ash on it bursts in.-

Gumshoe shouted in alarm. “It’s Jack Thay, escapee from the asylum!!” Thay cackles. “I came. I came for you...” He pulled out a glinting knife. “Do you like it? I sharpened it perfectly, just for you. It cut through the power cord okay, didn't it?” Gumshoe drew a sharp breath. “That was you?!” Thay nodded several times for emphasis. “Yes, yes, yes I did! Hahaha! I love to see the fright on people’s faces! Hahahahaha!” Gumshoe frowned, and sighed. “Judge, would you mind getting the security guards? And call the asylum please. We have to make sure our Mr. Thay here doesn’t escape again. But make sure-“Gumshoe was cut off when Jack Thay lunged at him, trying to stab him. “AHHH!!!!” the judge screeched, and he ducked under a table. Gumshoe quickly ducked to one side, and as Thay flew by, punched him in the nose. Thay crumpled to the ground, allowing Gumshoe to tie his belt around his wrists. Thay struggled, but stopped after Gumshoe stuffed a piece of chocolate in his mouth. “You can come out now, Judge. Don’t be a scaredy-cat.” said Detective Gumshoe. “Heh-heh…”muttered the judge. “I’m not scared…Just…Umm…..startled. Very startled.” Gumshoe laughed. “You’re rambling, Your Honor. And now, let us take a look at Mr. Smith, dead as a doorknob. As you can tell… the burning smell is coming from him.” The judge stared at Smith’s body. “Such a shame. I liked the man.” The detective snorted. “Sir, my point is…we have to find out who killed him!” Gumshoe began to search the body for evidence, while the judge called 911.

“Look here, Judge! It’s a frayed wire! Finally, an important item besides the fact that Mr. Smith is as charred as a piece of bacon that has been in the frying pan for half an hour!” Gumshoe was beside himself with excitement, and yet the police had still not arrived. Suddenly, a knock at the door had them get up and brush themselves off. “Hello, Judge! Hello, Detective Gumshoe!” piped an eager officer, only about twenty-five years old. He was armed with fingerprint-finding dust, a camera, and tape. Gumshoe smiled. “Hello there, Officer. What is your name?” The officer bobbed up and down. “Drew Nelson, sir! Pleased to help!” Gumshoe grinned. “Thank you, Officer Nelson. Now, can you please check Mr. Smith’s clothing for fingerprints?” Officer Nelson nodded, and began to work. While he did that, Gumshoe thought about John Smith’s history. The only real foe he had was a tall man named Harold Saxon. He would have been tall enough to touch the ceiling of this room. The more he thought about it, the more he was sure that Harold Saxon was a definite suspect. In fact, he may even have been the person that had called him! But he would leave that thought aside.

-10 minutes later-

“Detective, there are no fingerprints anywhere on this man except for his own…whoever killed him did it indirectly or with gloves. That is a fact.” Gumshoe groaned. “Well, that’s one type of evidence we can’t use. At least we know he was electrocuted…” Officer Nelson shook his head. “I’m sorry, Detective.” Gumshoe smiled. “It’s not your fault, Officer.” The judge grinned hugely. “I guess we’ll have to call John’s lawyer, Mr. Rellik.” Gumshoe nodded. “Isn’t it a weird coincidence that Mr. Rellik’s name spelled backwards is…KILLER?” The bailiff, who had been sitting quietly in the room looking after Jack Thay, jumped up in surprise. “That is so odd!” The judge nodded fiercely. “And it’s true! And now, I’m going to call him!” The judge did so immediately. *beep beep beep beeeeeeep* “Hello? This is Judge Arthur. I am sorry to say, but your client has been electrocuted.” There was a shocked sound from the other side of the phone, and then he replied. “Oh…oh dear. That’s not good. Well…I’m at my house right now. Shall I come, or can you come over? I have a bit of a cold.” The judge handed the phone to Detective Gumshoe, and Gumshoe said,” We can come over. What’s your address?” The judge ran and got a piece of paper and a pen, right as the lawyer began to speak. “My address is 411 Misty Forest Street, Alacross, Florida. Got it? 411 Misty Forest Street, Alacross, Florida.” Gumshoe stashed the paper in his pocket, and thanked the lawyer. “We’ll be right over, Mr. Rellik.” And so the officer, Detective Gumshoe, and the judge drove to Mr. Rellik’s house, leaving the body and Jack Thay in the bailiff’s protection.

After arriving at Mr. Rellik’s house, it was obvious that he was rich beyond comparison. Easily a billion-dollar home, it was more of a mansion that a simple dwelling place. In fact, the basement of his mansion was where he operated most of his business. Mr. Rellik was a very successful lawyer. As the trio walked up the steps to the polished front door, Mr. Rellik opened the door. The judge gave a start of surprise, and tried to hide it with a hiccup. Mr. Rellik invited them inside. “I am sorry to hear you are sick, Mr. Rellik,” said Gumshoe. “I am glad you allowed us to visit you on this day.” Mr. Rellik smiled. “So, I hear my client, John Smith, has died. Do you suppose he was murdered?” Gumshoe nodded. “In fact, we already have multiple suspects. However, we cannot share them at this time.” Mr. Rellik’s eyes lit up in a flash of anger, and then settled again. “Do you have any questions for me? I would be glad to answer them.” “In fact,” Gumshoe said, “I do. For one, why were you not at the court defense lobby for Mr. Smith at the time? As his lawyer, you are supposed to be present at all times.” Mr. Rellik sighed. “This morning I had a bad headache and a sore throat. My doctor advised me to stay home for the day, and I have followed his instructions as well as possible, as you can see.” Gumshoe looked around. There was a Tylenol ^© bottle sitting on a small table. Thus, Mr. Rellik must be telling the truth. “Thank you, sir. We can go now.” Said Gumshoe. Mr. Rellik escorted them to the door, and they left, returning to the courthouse.

Gumshoe went over a list of evidence in his mind.

· Smith was electrocuted.

· There was a cut wire, cut by Thay.

· Thay goes on rampages frequently.

· A foe Smith had in his young age was a man named Harold Saxon, and the two hated each other. Enough to kill the other? Possibly.

· Mr. Rellik was sick this morning.

· The Bailiff was in the room at the time of death.

· Gumshoe received an odd phone call resembling the words uttered by Thay.

Gumshoe frowned. Was this list enough to convict someone? No. He had to re-check the scene of the crime…

WHAT GUMSHOE SAW AT THE SCENE THAT HE HADN’T NOTICED BEFORE

1. Boot prints. Very, very large ones, leading out of the room…

2. A small crack in the ceiling lightbulb, presumably by something hitting it. Something very tall.

Gumshoe smiled. This was enough to convict somebody of murder.

Solve it!

2. A bunny

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