Playing with Swords: A Cryptic Mystery
You can call me Alex: that's what the host would call me. I assume I've been brought in to recount what took place during the recent party at the games and sports lodge, on the last day of April. I could be jumping to conclusions, but I like to think I know a bit more than most of the others, due to being near most of the action. Though I prepared my statement, you'll find I have some trouble communicating: I'm influenced by the remarkable work of Torquemada and I'm fond of that mansion of Manson. While I may appear to ramble, I hope you'll understand that I choose my words very carefully and that everything I reveal has at least one purpose behind it. Now, from our Clue playing, I knew my opponent enjoys a principled opening. I heard an echo from someone outside who was preparing to drive, then the clear sound of a hit. As I considered opening a quiz book, a white ball smashed through a nearby window and shattered a vase of Lefou. Our ref couldn't kee...