Murder Mystery Prints

"Your wife had a macabre sense of decor."

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

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

"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."

"Can't you do something more creative than messing around with cupboard doors?"

Unfinished painting of a monster in a lake sits beside the lake with no painter in sight

'The world already ended, but the government hushed it up.'

A Vase has fallen on a cat's head. Are mice to blame?

$1: Family Secrets

"I've got a bad feeling about this."

'We subpoenaed all of 'Mr. Big's' electronic messages. They're in morse code.'

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

"I can never understand these foreign crop circles."

"My latest sighting turned out to be just another weather balloon."

'You've got to cure my sleepwalking, Doc - I keep falling into the moat!'

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

"I just found a unicorn! Apparently, they just want to be left alone."

"You're lucky someone was nice enough to turn it in."

"I said slime."

'If he could trace the matching sock I've another 25 or 30 to account for.'

"At some point, there's only so high you can raise the volume before you admit you're never gonna understand what British detectives are saying."

"Wait, am I hear for you or are you here for me?"

"You're either lying or not telling the truth."

"So besides opera and lurking, what do you do to relax?"

OK! I promise that the questions will be easy!

"According to the map, the treasure should be right behind that door."

"There's something I have to tell you."

Sergeant Jones gave the assurance that they had an 'assortment' of leads back at the station. . .

'And I love the part when he finds out that it was his brother all along!'

Bob woke up in a pile of notes, some scrawled so quickly that no one could decode them. He remembered nothing of the night before, except... yes, a fleeting glimpse of the writer's moon.

Sphinx Comes Alive

Marriage a la Mode - Death of the Earl.

"I'm not angry, but in the future I’d prefer it if you chewed up her Sue Graftons, not my P.G. Wodehouses."

"So have you ever stopped to ask yourself: If he really knew the secrets of the universe, would he be living in a damn cave?"