Murder Mystery Enthusiast Prints

"It's a blood curdling novel about the brutal murder of a publisher who rejected a book about the brutal murder of a publisher..."

"The killer had to be a man. Not only is the knife still bloody—it wasn't even put in the sink."

The Butlers Ball.

"Catch of the Day is the chef's wife's boyfriend."

Crime Section

Inspector Morse on the case

Potato killed husband and made potato chips.

Hercules Poirot meets Pierrot

Booter

"Of course no one is drinking the wine - it's the Murder Mystery Writers Association."

Frosty Had It Coming, See?

'Where were you the opening night of murder mystery dinner theater?'

"We think we've found the murder weapon Sir"

'She's dead alright. The question is: did she jump, or was she pushed?'

'The vet did it.'

'Well this looks like the work of a crazed fan.'

At last he found a space on the beach.

"Here's his left foot."

Bus Stop

"We'd been estranged for years."

"I'm reassigning the murder case to the Scandinavian police. They'll make sure it gets the withdrawn bleakness it deserves."

"Now, were those friends of your Gettys or Gottis?"

'I hate to be so skeptical, but I still think the seance business is a hoax!'

We're here at House of Java cafe at an all-too-familiar scene. House of Java.net Cybercafe. Tommy Jones, a local boy, has been caught stealing a scone. A minor offense? Not to the cafe's proprietor. He's demanding the boy be sentenced as an adult. But I'm eight! Wahhh! Add a year to the sentence for whining and crying.

Round up all the king's horses and all the king's men for questioning.

'Mysteries' section of bookshop reveals secret door.

"Your hunch was right, Officer Garcia. We'll need a good editor to clean up this manuscript and bring his unfinished novel to a satisfying conclusion."

The mysterious Sherlock Holmes - 'Is he wearing his cap backwards or forwards?'

"Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'"

The Shed Mystery: 'Ah! There you are! Ok, that's enough...time to go ho...uh...wait...what the...?'

The Department of Mystery - No one really knows who we are or what we do, including us.

It was my story. A murder mystery. A who-done-it-and-got-away-with-it-until-he-wrote-about-it.

Stonehenge Explained

"'A body at rest'? -- Are you writing murder mysteries now, Isaac?"

"The previous tenant was a bit of a shut-in."