Mystery Reading Prints

Guilty Dart Board

"Yes, he does speak, but only on condition of anonymity."

*Sigh*

That scourge of Victorian London, 'Jack the Zipper' strikes again.

Edgar Allen Poe

The Dorrie Decimal System

"Elementary, my dear Watson- the cartoonist did it."

'Mysteries' section of bookshop reveals secret door.

Murder in Apartment 6-K

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

"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."

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

'Ah Mr Bond, I haven't been expecting you...'

"Elementary, my dear Quackson."

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

"OK, we may not have ways of making you talk, but we do have ways of making your leg twitch uncontrollably."

'It was part way through the initial investigation that detective Walters felt as if he was being watched, but there was no one in the room. No one that is except the cat, who sat contently on the chair and watched him with an almost human repose.'

"We need rain."

Man browsing books see couple kissing in romance section of book store.

'Believe me, you don't want to know what's in it.'

"I know. But I think I can change him."

'..It's just that with all your amazing powers of deduction and elimination, Holmes, I'm just a little surprised that the best solution you can come up with for seeing off the hound of the Baskervilles, is to 'chase them across the moors with a hoover. up

Mystery of the Poets

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

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

"It's a 12 inch chess board - the game's a foot."

Company Ink.

Cop Shop: Bulk, dried blood, shaved hair, ground teeth, assorted body parts and bone fragments.

Fiction. Mystery. History.

Mystery Writing 101 - Mailbox: The butler did it, the gardener, the chauffeur.

Mysteries.

Subway Thrillers

"He's sulking because I always beat him at Clue ... "

"I've run out of invisible ink..."

Cosa Nostradamus: "Listen, you mook. I predict if you don't pay the vig to the Don by tonight you'll be at the bottom of the Hudson by morning."