Whodunit: The Gypsy Thief
The following is a Whodunit by Hy Conrad. These mysteries are from The Little Giant® Book of Whodunits by Hy Conrad and Matt LaFleur. Can you solve the mystery before you read the solution?
(Image credit: Michael Maggs)
Dahlia shuffled the deck, making the bracelet of coins tinkle on her right wrist. Dealing out the first card, she smiled. "You had good luck," she said, pointing to the Queen of Cups.
Marco patted his leather purse. It looked heavy with coins. "I had a good morning at the fair. No one sells like a Gypsy."
It was a tranquil afternoon as they sat around the embers of a fire in their small encampment. The sound of horse hooves and jangling spurs announced the arrival of Renard. Seconds later, Carmen's earrings, as melodious as wind chimes and almost as large, told them that their fourth friend had also returned.
The tiny Gypsy tribe exchanged tales of their morning escapades. Dahlia had told fortunes at the fair. Carmen had begged on a street corner. Renard had traded horses with local farmers. But the only lucky one was Marco, who had sold copper pots to housewives and made an enviable profit.
The warm air was still, with not even a bird song to break the quiet. Perfect for an afternoon doze. The Gypsies retreated to separate corners of the encampment, nestled back against a tree and settled into leisurely naps.
Three of the Gypsy friends were awakened by a yelp from the fourth. Marco was standing in the middle of the clearing, cursing as he held up the cut ends of his purse strings. "What is the world coming to when you can't even trust a fellow Gypsy? One of you low dogs stole my money."
Dahlia reached out her left hand. Her bracelet jangled annoyingly as she examined the strings. The cuts were clean. "Cut by a horse-shoeing knife," she said and glanced up at Renard.
The horse dealer bristled. "No. It could have been a paring knife. Carmen was peeling an apple just before she went to sleep. And what about Dahlia's scissors?"
"Ha!" Carmen snarled. "No one could be so stealthy as to rob a Gypsy. If you ask me, it was Marco himself."
Whodunit? And what evidence gives the culprit away?
Show Answer
The whodunit above was provided by American mystery fiction author Hy Conrad.
In addition to his work in mystery and crime puzzles, Hy was also one of the original writers for the groundbreaking TV series Monk.
Currently, Hy is working on mystery novel series "Abel Adventures" as well as the Monk series of novels, starting with Mr. Monk Helps Himself (published by Penguin, order from Amazon here)
Check out Hy's official website and Facebook page - and stay tuned for more whodunits puzzlers on Neatorama from the master of whodunit mysteries himself!
We hope you like this article!
Please help us grow by sharing:
Get Updates In Your Inbox
Free weekly emails, plus get access
to subscriber-only prizes.
Comments (0)
if i find out somebody else does his hair for him it'd knock me out with shock
Please,
You are not fooling anybody
The comb over just looks silly.
Concede to the recede.
The only respectable option for the bald man is to keep whatever is left nice and short.
Have a little self respect you bald men!
lol if you think about asian GUYS do alota stuff to their and spend so much time to make it look good
trust me.. all my korean, honger, and japanese friendst spend like 30 minutes fixing their hair, before going anywhere
You are so right! It is quite shocking to see an example of a combover that actually succeeds! Truly, the only one in existence. It's kind of unfortunate, really, in that it is fuel for every other balding man to persist in the delusion that their combover looks anything other than farcical.
As Vandoo says above, "Concede the recede." Full Disclosure: I have kept my hair short ever since it started thinning. There are a lot of things about aging that are great. Embrace those guys, and don't be tempted by combover denial.