It was several seconds before the elevator cage rumbled down to the lobby. As the operator opened the sliding door, I stepped out of the cage into the carpeted hotel corridor and looked for My Man Friday attired in a black frock coat. The
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I was struck dumb and could only stare at them as they beckoned through the large picture windows, frozen, as it seemed, in a moment in time. The Mystery Mannequins of Midtown I had discovered some time before, further down the street, had
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52nd and Leavenworth. Rowhaus. Quirky and cheap at the same time, this gimmicky housing is jarringly indifferent to the local vernacular. Not to be misconstrued with the Box in the Box housing I have previously bewailed, this building wants you
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I received a mysterious night telegram from 9402 Pacific Street, possibly emitted from the warning trees, which caused me to hurry up to the property without delay. I cannot be sure how I got there, but I had cast off my thick Hudson and bed
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Early on the morning of Tuesday, August 17, 2021 I was startled to see an excavator tearing down our little Morton Meadows Mystery property at 42nd and Marcy. I had noted the strange pile of broken concrete in the front garden days (weeks?)
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Years ago, when I had first hired Mr. Cross to address my messes in the detective office, attend to telephone calls and handle my mailings and such, he placed an opened, pale blue envelope on the ol’ tanker in a la-de-da manner. With
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A shaded, tree-lined lane is such a handsome thing. I like to linger and dream and poke around, especially in these older Omaha neighborhoods, designed to be strolled. I realize, as do you, that every home has a history and delicious secrets
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Between you, me and the postman, I should have rang that doorbell when I had the chance. The shake shingle and stone cottage was a New England Classic. Any beady-eyed lingerer could see, 10805 Poppleton Avenue was the Real Deal Mystery disguised
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Early in the 1940s, racing “a murky sky between showers, five cars of Omahans, four to a car, went treasure hunting,” under the direction of Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Stocker. The Stocker couple, no doubt, enjoyed hosting themed parties, as was the
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From a series originally posted to Facebook only. Mother of Miss Cassette called these the Little Stories and she quite liked how short and fun they were. I will be working to get these uploaded onto the website, as most people don’t follow My