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Murder She Wrote: Anthrax Moneybomb
Do you enjoy a good mystery? I was just doing a book signing in a quaint little New England town, and a scraggly old scientist turned up dead! Everyone said it was a suicide, but I began asking around. Let me tell you, for a quaint litte New England town, everyone is acting very suspiciously. Especially that George fellow-- I know he's from Connecticut, but speaks with a fake Texas accent. Forgive me, that was rude, but you have to admit, it's suspicious indeed! I don't trust the detectives here either (they're a little too big for their britches, if you don't mind me saying).
And so, I'm writing to you with my trusty typewriter, because I need your help! There's a nice lawyer from New York who's helping me on this case. (Like all those New York lawyers, he's a bit pricey, but it's the only chance we've got!) I just gave him the last $100 I had in my purse-- can you help me solve this mystery?
Comments (5)
So whodunit?
PS Is your typewriter networked?
August 8, 2008 3:04 PM | Reply | Permalink
Yes, but it uses the Banyan Vines control protocol.
August 8, 2008 3:11 PM | Reply | Permalink
Cool. I've got a sliderule on Novell.
August 8, 2008 3:17 PM | Reply | Permalink
Yeah, the only person I can contact on it is Herman in Personnel at the Kalamazoo & South Haven Railroad. "Eunice? Eunice, is that you? Judith? Hello?"
August 8, 2008 3:39 PM | Reply | Permalink
I used to communicate with Herman as well, but he blocked me. I guess that he found my overtures disturbing. Now it's just me and my sliderule.
August 8, 2008 4:02 PM | Reply | Permalink
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