Mystery Novels Mugs

"Unbelievable! It looks like they've both been killed by the same stone?"

Mystery bookshelf in library.

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

'This looks like the work of a surreal killer.'

"I couldn't finish that book either."

Secret Service, sign saying: 'You could be here.'

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

"I want you to want to help bury the evidence."

"He was murdered with one of the rejection slips he sent."

Man sees book flying in the Mystery section.

Spy Hole -"...slightly to the left so I can see you're head"

'I don't know what happened. One minute she's spooning me. The next minute I'm knifing her.'

"As soon as those rug samples come back from the lab I want to get them over to my decorator."

Burglar breaking a safe.

"But Holmes, how could you possibly know the killer went through here?"

'There wasn't time to do it by the book. I did it by the front inside flap of the dust jacket.'

"C'mon - drink up Dr. Watson. . . don't you have a Holmes to go to?"

"It's the grisly story of the brutal murder of a publisher who rejected a brilliant novel about the brutal murder of a publisher who..."

Illustration for 'The Notting Hill Mystery'. (woman pulled out of the river).

'Kerrigan, see what you can get out of these witnesses.'

Pipe dreams!

'Amazing, Holmes! That's the eighth time in a row you've gotten the 'dud'!'

"Hey neighbour - you do know the bin-bags go out on Thursday...??"

"Missing"

'The police is looking for a teenager who reads books... I bet they'll never solve this case!'

At Mary Higgins Clark's book club.

'Who was the murderer? Well Watson, that's the killer question.'

"Either we spend millions on new technology to erase each agent's memory following a sensitive assignment, or we just start hiring people over fifty."

'We don't have to go on any quiz show. We're millionaires!'

"Prepare yourself for a shock. The birth records reveal you have a twin brother."

As I got older I became like a good mystery story: full of wrinkles.

Fiction. Mystery. History.

Crime scene. Police. CSI Unit. Jewelry. It was a perfect theft. They didn't leave any evidence. Ah, "stainless steal"!

"So you last saw your father in the kitchen while your mother was making him a birthday cake?"

"O.K., Bill... a woman in perfect health, she meets you on a Monday and her heart stands still… that's your story?"