Every official mystery we have published, newest first. Each one takes about five minutes, and your first attempt at it earns points toward the Top Sleuths.
For Thanksgiving, try this game. Find the guilty turkey's name in a mystery story rhyme telling of the strangest crime. Though in winter, skies are grey, sunshine…
Turkeys have excellent hearing. On the first Tuesday of October, when the five-bird flock was out pecking around in the yard behind Farmer MacDougall’s home, they…
Everything seemed to be going routinely (other than the robotic dog), until a shriek came from the basement. Jack, his tail between his legs, was the first react…
Ed Beatty arrived at the train station half an hour before boarding time. He had booked a New York to Los Angeles train ride weeks ago and looked forward to it with…
He was just brushing the grass off the knees of his sweatpants when Connor returned. Connor shook his head and grinned at his friend, then unlatched his cashbox. “Hey!”…
They stood in a circle—their eyes darting around wildly in their sockets, briefly meeting to exchange uneasy glares. The intensity in the air was so thick it could be…
Moments later, Cameron Carlyle charged back into the office. His face was as red as the rag Joe took out of his overall pocket to wipe peanut butter and jelly off his…
Steven pondered this at the kitchen table for several minutes. Intense concentration helped him fight the onset of dementia and now he had something to figure out. He…
The roar behind the pitcher told him what the crowd wanted: a strike. He could end this game now, in the bottom of the ninth inning, if he threw just one more strike…
In this mystery, tension climbs. All the clues are hid in rhymes! It's a holiday delight, telling of a spooky night. In that night, down darkened streets two children…
Ed and Ellen McAnn lived in a semi-rural area. There were rows of houses on both sides of the street but, once you left the small neighborhood they had lived in for…
Half an hour later, we all skidded to a stop where the route and the sidewalk ended. Beyond was the old Mitchelson house, a boarded-up Victorian mansion sitting on a…
It was a small Scottish castle, miles away from the nearest town. Behind a large wooden door in the front, I discovered the whole first floor was a single, enormous…
“It’s hardly murder,” the inspector complained as he kicked at the shredded remains of the scarecrow. “Well that’s just the thing, Inspector Gregson,” Mr. Forbes said…
Jealousy and treachery had blighted the Yoxley Art Prize ever since it’s inception, there were even some who said it was cursed. The prize had been set up by the Lord…
Kinnair explained to the amateur sleuth how just three days earlier he had allowed a traveling troupe of four buskers to camp in a corner of his field for the night – a…
Professor Moriarty was pleased with the criminal he had selected to rid London, once and for all, of Sherlock Holmes. Fastidious Fred Fielder was, as his nickname…
Detective Cheryl Barnes shook her head at her partner, Robert Simmons. “I can't smell a thing.” “Great,” he replied. “Your allergies act up on the day we investigate a…
Professor Moriarty glowered through his one-way mirrors at the four men who had assembled in the anterooms of the study of his mansion in the West End. He stared at…
The library lecturer, Matthew O’Leary, was enjoying himself. He was a good, informal speaker, full of funny anecdotes about famous people, and his audience, from the…
The detective surveyed the scene enthusiastically, taking in all of the surrounding area. He examined each square foot of land as if it was a puzzle, trying to piece…
There seemed to be a puzzling series of shoplifting thefts going on in Centerville's business section. That's why Inspector Samuels is hoping that Crusher Davis, AKA…
Forest View House was an isolated mansion owned by an elderly man named Mr. Howard Peters. One wild, autumn night, Mr. Peters was entertaining guests and in the small…
"Eddie's missing." "How is that even possible? He weighs 240 pounds!" The classroom laughed at Reggie's joke, but I was worried. Eddie Cavanaugh was the high school's…
Disorder wasn’t the word for it. When I arrived at the Carstairs residence for a long anticipated dinner, my hostess was distraught. She was upstairs, and her husband…
