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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 12:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 12:47 pm
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Sacre Cerf IamXplod Sacre Cerf What is it that you can keep after giving it to someone else? ok i didnt make this one but its pretty cool and easy.. your heart question Ok heres one. a plane crashes on the border of canada and america. 7 people die. where r the survivors buried Heart could work but its not the answer i had
the answer too plane crashes on the border of canada and america. 7 people die. where r the survivors buried is the survivers don't get buried only the dead people do |
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 9:17 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 9:20 am
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Rainbow SockZ Rock As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with 7 wifes, Each wife had 7 sacks Each sack had 7 cats Each cat had 7 kittens Kits, Cats,Sacks, and Wifes How many cats were going to St. Ives?
Ohh im sorry someone already posted it, i wasnt paying attention XD |
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 7:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 7:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 10:06 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 11:46 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 12:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 9:26 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 3:53 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:29 am
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They soon arrived on the scene of another murder. Inspector Lewis greeted Detective Johnson and Mr. Wilson at the front door of the victim's house. "A bad business, being a detective is," Lewis said. "Messy, too. The poor woman's head has been shattered like an eggshell. Here's the murder weapon." Lewis held out a revolver.
"Are there any suspects?" Detective Johnson asked. "None at present, Johnson," answered Lewis. "We talked to the woman's maids. They had been given the day off and were out the whole time. They just came back and found the woman like this."
"Did she have a husband?"
"Yes. The maids said that he usually is at the club until late at night, but we have called him to return home. It looks like it was a burglar who killed her."
"What makes you think an intruder did this?"
"There's a horrible mess in there---things broken all over the place," Lewis replied.
"Hmmm," Johnson murmured. "May we inspect the murder scene?"
"Certainly," replied Lewis.
Inspector Lewis led the way into the house. In the middle of the dining room floor lay a body covered with a sheet. Mr. Johnson gingerly lifted the sheet from her face. He flinched slightly and carefully laid the sheet down again.
"Whoever did this must have great physical strength," he noted. "There is certainly severe damage to her skull." He began to inspect the area around the woman's body, looking for clues.
Presently we heard a police officer outside speaking with a newcomer, a man.
"Please, I beg you...what is going on? What is the meaning of this?"
Lewis went to the door. Johnson and Wilson followed.
"Mr. Gary Walton?" Lewis asked.
"I am. What is the meaning of this?"
"Let him go, officer, let him go," Lewis said to the young officer who was restraining the man.
"Thank you, sir. Could you please tell me why the police are here? Is everything all right? Is it--oh, Martha! My beautiful Martha! Is she all right?"
"I regret to inform you, Mr. Walton, that your wife is no longer with us," Johnson said quietly.
"Please come with us sir," said the inspector.
They entered the house. When Mr. Walton saw the mess and the white sheet-covered body, he completely broke down.
"Now, then, Mr. Walton. If you'll cooperate with us and answer all our questions, we will be much obliged."
"Yes. Yes, sir." He never took his eyes from the murder weapon which Lewis held in his hands.
"Where have you been all evening?"
"At...my...club," Walton replied, his eyes welling with tears again. "Oh, please, sir! Find the monster who beat my poor Martha to death!"
Detective Johnson looked at the man. "We shall try our best, my dear sir," Wilson said.
"We shall have to look no further," Johnson declared.
"What do you mean, Mr. Johnson?" Lewis asked, surprised.
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How did Detective Johnson know Gary Walton killed his wife?
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:33 am
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