The Elements - Antonia Goddard
Tiula has had her first book published on Kindle! Four short stories - dramatic, intense and mysteries.
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Welcome to the Mini-Mysteries Site! My name is Tiula, and I run the site -- feel free to get in touch if you have any comments, criticism or queries. Here, I will upload mini-mysteries and stories regularly, mainly centred around my own creation, Detective Inspector Mark Carlton. To learn more about him, check out "About the detectives" link over to the right. Read, puzzle over, and enjoy.
Friday, 6 July 2012
Monday, 26 March 2012
Happy Birthday to Us!
Yes, a Selection of Mini-Mysteries has been going for one whole year! As a celebration, here's a nice mini-mystery for you.
The scream pierced the air, shattering the silence like glass. Then Lady Moira de Souza fell down in a dead faint.
For a moment, all were frozen in silent shock. One of the footmen quickly came to his senses and helped Lady de Souza back into her chair.
A grey-haired gentleman replaced the candle in the thick silver candlestick and strode quickly up from the other end of the table to take her pulse. "Fetch a glass of brandy, quickly," barked Dr. Layman. He raised the cut glass to the lady's lips, and as her eyes fluttered open she began to sip the amber liquid. A little colour began to return to her cheeks.
"The jewels..." Lady Moira murmured. "The Heart of Dreams. It's gone."
It was the evening of 26th March, and the night on which each year, every year, the de Souza's would display the national treasure, the Heart of Dreams Diamond. The guest list was specific, and there were never more than four guests present; the most coveted invitation in the country. Some claimed the Heart of Dreams was the size of a man's fist, others that it was over two thousand years old. Everyone knew that it was worth at least £21 million, and was the rarest jewel in the world.
But it was gone.
"What?" an athletic young gentleman leaned over the pretty girl next to him and flipped the jewel case towards him.
The whole table gasped in shock.
The blue velvet jewel case was empty.
"I don't understand." Mr Fairview walked up to the head of the table, his gait sedate but his face creased with worry. "They can't be gone. I saw them this morning. That case hasn't left my sight."
"Oh, you were watching carefully, were you?" The young gentleman rose to meet his gaze accusingly.
"For god's sake, that's my job, Johnson!"
"They say never trust a lawyer," Johnson snarled across the table.
"Or an con," Mr Fairview spat back.
"Ex-con!"
"Boys!" The girl sitting next to Mr Johnson broke into their argument. "Stop hurling accusations until we know what's going on. Mr Fairview, you said you saw it this morning? How?"
"Sure. Aunt Moira gave me a private viewing this morning, and then put it back in the pouch and hung it around her neck. I saw it there all evening. So if that little creep stole it -"
"Go ahead! Search me!" Mr Johnson jumped back. "I didn't steal anything!"
"And you expect us to believe that? Lucy! You don't believe this conman, do you?"
The girl sighed. "Look, both of you - and Doctor Layman - danced with Lady Moira before dinner, so you all had a chance to take it."
"And it just so happens that one of us has a criminal record. Convenient, isn't it?" snapped Mr Fairview.
"Lucy, I must confess," Dr. Layman glanced up from his patient, "The evidence against Mr Johnson is pretty compelling. And we understand why you're defending him, but -"
Lucy sighed. "It's got nothing to do with us. It's to do with justice! I would have thought that you'd appreciate that, Mr Fairview."
"Maybe." Mr Fairview narrowed his eyes. "But why would I steal the diamond? It belongs to my aunt, I'm next in line to own it. I may as well wait until she dies."
"We've only got your word that she didn't bequeath it so someone else."
There was another silence. "So you're accusing me?"
"No. I'm just telling it like it is."
Lady Moira gave another moan, and Lucy was at her side in an instant. "Lady Moira, can you remember if anyone took anything from the jewellery box? Did anyone touch it whilst you were dancing? Anyone at all?"
"No... I don't remember. Wait. Dr Layman touched it once... and Mr Fairview tugged it by mistake."
"What?" Mr Fairview grabbed at his aunt's arm. "Not Mr Johnson?"
Lady Moira turned to her nephew briskly. "No! I'm not an imbecile, my dear. I barely danced with Mr Johnson, he certainly didn't touch the jewel case. I remember Dr. Layman admiring it, and you tugging on it once."
"An accident! I tripped!"
"Let's solve this calmly!" interrupted Mr Johnson. "Let's all of us turn out our pockets."
All the men emptied their pockets and tipped out the contents onto the table. The diamond was nowhere to be seen.
Who stole the diamond and where did he hide it? Dr. Layman hid it in the candlestick he was fidgeting with at the beginning.
The scream pierced the air, shattering the silence like glass. Then Lady Moira de Souza fell down in a dead faint.
For a moment, all were frozen in silent shock. One of the footmen quickly came to his senses and helped Lady de Souza back into her chair.
A grey-haired gentleman replaced the candle in the thick silver candlestick and strode quickly up from the other end of the table to take her pulse. "Fetch a glass of brandy, quickly," barked Dr. Layman. He raised the cut glass to the lady's lips, and as her eyes fluttered open she began to sip the amber liquid. A little colour began to return to her cheeks.
"The jewels..." Lady Moira murmured. "The Heart of Dreams. It's gone."
It was the evening of 26th March, and the night on which each year, every year, the de Souza's would display the national treasure, the Heart of Dreams Diamond. The guest list was specific, and there were never more than four guests present; the most coveted invitation in the country. Some claimed the Heart of Dreams was the size of a man's fist, others that it was over two thousand years old. Everyone knew that it was worth at least £21 million, and was the rarest jewel in the world.
But it was gone.
"What?" an athletic young gentleman leaned over the pretty girl next to him and flipped the jewel case towards him.
The whole table gasped in shock.
The blue velvet jewel case was empty.
"I don't understand." Mr Fairview walked up to the head of the table, his gait sedate but his face creased with worry. "They can't be gone. I saw them this morning. That case hasn't left my sight."
"Oh, you were watching carefully, were you?" The young gentleman rose to meet his gaze accusingly.
"For god's sake, that's my job, Johnson!"
"They say never trust a lawyer," Johnson snarled across the table.
"Or an con," Mr Fairview spat back.
"Ex-con!"
"Boys!" The girl sitting next to Mr Johnson broke into their argument. "Stop hurling accusations until we know what's going on. Mr Fairview, you said you saw it this morning? How?"
"Sure. Aunt Moira gave me a private viewing this morning, and then put it back in the pouch and hung it around her neck. I saw it there all evening. So if that little creep stole it -"
"Go ahead! Search me!" Mr Johnson jumped back. "I didn't steal anything!"
"And you expect us to believe that? Lucy! You don't believe this conman, do you?"
The girl sighed. "Look, both of you - and Doctor Layman - danced with Lady Moira before dinner, so you all had a chance to take it."
"And it just so happens that one of us has a criminal record. Convenient, isn't it?" snapped Mr Fairview.
"Lucy, I must confess," Dr. Layman glanced up from his patient, "The evidence against Mr Johnson is pretty compelling. And we understand why you're defending him, but -"
Lucy sighed. "It's got nothing to do with us. It's to do with justice! I would have thought that you'd appreciate that, Mr Fairview."
"Maybe." Mr Fairview narrowed his eyes. "But why would I steal the diamond? It belongs to my aunt, I'm next in line to own it. I may as well wait until she dies."
"We've only got your word that she didn't bequeath it so someone else."
There was another silence. "So you're accusing me?"
"No. I'm just telling it like it is."
Lady Moira gave another moan, and Lucy was at her side in an instant. "Lady Moira, can you remember if anyone took anything from the jewellery box? Did anyone touch it whilst you were dancing? Anyone at all?"
"No... I don't remember. Wait. Dr Layman touched it once... and Mr Fairview tugged it by mistake."
"What?" Mr Fairview grabbed at his aunt's arm. "Not Mr Johnson?"
Lady Moira turned to her nephew briskly. "No! I'm not an imbecile, my dear. I barely danced with Mr Johnson, he certainly didn't touch the jewel case. I remember Dr. Layman admiring it, and you tugging on it once."
"An accident! I tripped!"
"Let's solve this calmly!" interrupted Mr Johnson. "Let's all of us turn out our pockets."
All the men emptied their pockets and tipped out the contents onto the table. The diamond was nowhere to be seen.
Who stole the diamond and where did he hide it? Dr. Layman hid it in the candlestick he was fidgeting with at the beginning.
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
From Tina with Love
"Happy Valentine's Day!" River twinkled as she passed Carlton a bouquet of fragrant red roses.
He raised a eyebrow, passing them with distaste into an evidence bag. "Crime scene," he warned her. "A little respect?"
River was more subdued than she cared to show. "Oh, come on," she smiled. "I'll find the romantic inside you one day."
Carlton rolled his eyes. "At the moment, you seem to be searching hard for the 'shut the hell up' inside me. Come on, let's get on with this."
He assessed the room. A young man was lying slumped in his bed, only the lack of a gentle snore giving away that he wasn't asleep. Another bed, pushed up against the opposite wall, hadn't been slept in. The occupant had decorated the walls with photos of himself and a pretty, dark-skinned girl.
The room was a mess. Although the litter bin was empty, two empty beer cans rolled around on the floor, along with an unopened card and some torn and discarded red wrapping paper. An empty chocolate box lay in the centre of the spread.
Carlton pushed through the photographers and uniforms sweeping the scene and greeted a grey-haired man bent over the body.
"Morning, John."
The pathologist smiled up at them. "Romantic idea of a date, Detective Inspector."
Carlton's face lapsed into its regular scowl. "You know perfectly well this isn't a date. What have you got?"
"His name's Danny Fordham, he's twenty years old. His room-mate's name is Benjamin Kirk, the same age. Danny died in the late last night from heart failure, probably brought on by a poison mixed with the alcohol he appears to have drunk. I'll be able to tell you more when we get him back to the lab."
Carlton pulled back an eyelid and then sniffed the corpse's lips. "Atropa belladonna," he commented.
"Very good."
He continued to examine the corpse in silence for a few moments, leaving River feeling like a spare part. She picked up the empty tray of chocolates from the floor.
"So, I'm guessing someone gave him something less than love for Valentine's day?" She asked.
John nodded. "I'm pretty sure there was something in the chocolates, though I must confess this isn't my area of expertise."
"So who gave them to him? Did he have a girlfriend? Boyfriend?"
Her question was answered from a hysterical shriek coming from outside the door. Danny's girlfriend was attempting to push her way through the lines of officers guarding the room.
"What's going on, where's Danny?" She sobbed at River, as soon as she had caught sight of the two detectives.
"What's your name, miss?" Carlton asked, patiently. Only River could catch that he was gritting his teeth. He hated any sort of weeping.
"Tina Adams. I'm Danny's girlfriend. Please, tell me what happened to him! Is he in any trouble? Don't arrest him, he's a good guy, honestly!" Tina was crying fluently now, her words becoming less and less coherent.
River gently explained what had happened. "Did you give him anything for Valentine's Day?"
"Sure." She blew her nose. "A box of chocolates and a card. Danny loved chocolates. I sent them in the post to arrive today... I didn't know if he'd be okay with seeing me. We'd had a few ups and downs lately, you see, and..."
She began to cry again. "I had to come and see him, I just had to!"
"What do you mean, 'ups and downs'?" asked Carlton, sharply.
Tina looked up at him. "Doesn't everyone?"
His lips twitched faintly. "What were the downs?"
"At his best he was lovely, but at his worst... he was unfaithful. Arrogant. He was arrested once for shoplifting. But despite all that, he was a good guy!"
"Did other people like him?"
Tina nodded. "Mostly. He was a laugh. I know he annoyed some people... he would flirt outrageously with all the girls, even if they had a boyfriend. Always drank a bit too much. But at the end of the day... he really was a people person."
Leaving River to calm the tearful Tina, Carlton headed back to the bedroom. He sniffed the chocolate box, and then tore open the red envelope lying amongst the mess.
Darling [the card read]
Let's put all this behind us. Stop fighting, start loving again.
I love you
xxx
Carlton bit his lip, his mind working furiously.
Answer (highlight to read): Danny died on the night before Valentine's Day, certainly before Tina's chocolates had arrived. Danny had in fact stolen and eaten the poisoned chocolates his room-mate Ben had bought to give to his girlfriend, who had cheated on him with Danny.
He raised a eyebrow, passing them with distaste into an evidence bag. "Crime scene," he warned her. "A little respect?"
River was more subdued than she cared to show. "Oh, come on," she smiled. "I'll find the romantic inside you one day."
Carlton rolled his eyes. "At the moment, you seem to be searching hard for the 'shut the hell up' inside me. Come on, let's get on with this."
He assessed the room. A young man was lying slumped in his bed, only the lack of a gentle snore giving away that he wasn't asleep. Another bed, pushed up against the opposite wall, hadn't been slept in. The occupant had decorated the walls with photos of himself and a pretty, dark-skinned girl.
The room was a mess. Although the litter bin was empty, two empty beer cans rolled around on the floor, along with an unopened card and some torn and discarded red wrapping paper. An empty chocolate box lay in the centre of the spread.
Carlton pushed through the photographers and uniforms sweeping the scene and greeted a grey-haired man bent over the body.
"Morning, John."
The pathologist smiled up at them. "Romantic idea of a date, Detective Inspector."
Carlton's face lapsed into its regular scowl. "You know perfectly well this isn't a date. What have you got?"
"His name's Danny Fordham, he's twenty years old. His room-mate's name is Benjamin Kirk, the same age. Danny died in the late last night from heart failure, probably brought on by a poison mixed with the alcohol he appears to have drunk. I'll be able to tell you more when we get him back to the lab."
Carlton pulled back an eyelid and then sniffed the corpse's lips. "Atropa belladonna," he commented.
"Very good."
He continued to examine the corpse in silence for a few moments, leaving River feeling like a spare part. She picked up the empty tray of chocolates from the floor.
"So, I'm guessing someone gave him something less than love for Valentine's day?" She asked.
John nodded. "I'm pretty sure there was something in the chocolates, though I must confess this isn't my area of expertise."
"So who gave them to him? Did he have a girlfriend? Boyfriend?"
Her question was answered from a hysterical shriek coming from outside the door. Danny's girlfriend was attempting to push her way through the lines of officers guarding the room.
"What's going on, where's Danny?" She sobbed at River, as soon as she had caught sight of the two detectives.
"What's your name, miss?" Carlton asked, patiently. Only River could catch that he was gritting his teeth. He hated any sort of weeping.
"Tina Adams. I'm Danny's girlfriend. Please, tell me what happened to him! Is he in any trouble? Don't arrest him, he's a good guy, honestly!" Tina was crying fluently now, her words becoming less and less coherent.
River gently explained what had happened. "Did you give him anything for Valentine's Day?"
"Sure." She blew her nose. "A box of chocolates and a card. Danny loved chocolates. I sent them in the post to arrive today... I didn't know if he'd be okay with seeing me. We'd had a few ups and downs lately, you see, and..."
She began to cry again. "I had to come and see him, I just had to!"
"What do you mean, 'ups and downs'?" asked Carlton, sharply.
Tina looked up at him. "Doesn't everyone?"
His lips twitched faintly. "What were the downs?"
"At his best he was lovely, but at his worst... he was unfaithful. Arrogant. He was arrested once for shoplifting. But despite all that, he was a good guy!"
"Did other people like him?"
Tina nodded. "Mostly. He was a laugh. I know he annoyed some people... he would flirt outrageously with all the girls, even if they had a boyfriend. Always drank a bit too much. But at the end of the day... he really was a people person."
Leaving River to calm the tearful Tina, Carlton headed back to the bedroom. He sniffed the chocolate box, and then tore open the red envelope lying amongst the mess.
Darling [the card read]
Let's put all this behind us. Stop fighting, start loving again.
I love you
xxx
Carlton bit his lip, his mind working furiously.
Answer (highlight to read): Danny died on the night before Valentine's Day, certainly before Tina's chocolates had arrived. Danny had in fact stolen and eaten the poisoned chocolates his room-mate Ben had bought to give to his girlfriend, who had cheated on him with Danny.
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