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(A Tootsie Chase Mini-Mystery)
The Crime
Alice left her house at four,
Got in the car and shut the door.
She’d made her famous chocolate fudge
That chocolatiers were going to judge.
The fudge was cut in sixteen squares,
Each wrapped separate; not in pairs.
Packed in a silver box with care,
She smiled at the treasure sitting there.
The winding road to town was dry,
Cars and trucks were passing by.
Then as she crested Jackson Hill,
Her body shook with a deadly chill.
The car went flying down the road,
And Alice with her precious load
Missed the curve and jumped the rail,
Rolled down a hill of rock and shale.
The car was crushed, she hit her head.
Now Alice Jones is dead, dead, dead!
Enter – Tootsie Chase
I go by the name of Tootsie Chase,
A private detective brought in on the case
Of Alice Jones and the chocolate fudge
That chocolatiers were going to judge.
I arrived at the scene at quarter to eight.
The people who’d gathered were in a debate.
Who had killed Alice? Just who could it be?
The suspects seemed to number three.
The Suspects
Chef Howard Jones
Her husband creates desserts with flair.
Says his wife’s chocolate fudge is only fair.
Ethel Snitt
Her fudge had already been judged today.
“Too bad about Alice,” is all she would say.
Wilber Huntley
Grand Chocolatier and snob at best
Thought his fudge was better than the rest.
Solving the Case
I checked out the car in which Alice had died.
The body was gone so I looked inside.
The silver box of fudge was there
With pieces scattered everywhere.
I counted the pieces, fifteen in all
That had made it through the terrible fall.
The missing piece could be the link
To Alice’s demise, I think.
Next morning I talked to Chef Jones to see,
If his marriage was happy as it should be?
Although it was shaky, the chef was sure
His title as “King of Desserts” was secure.
I talked to Ethel and she seemed stressed,
Although her fudge had been put to the test.
She’d been the very first person this year
To earn the rank of Chocolatier.
I caught up with Wilber Huntley at nine.
This chocolatier seemed mighty fine.
He’d just bought an auto that was brand new
And was speaking with his mechanic, too.
I made a call and then I knew,
I’d come up with the missing clue.
A lab was analyzing fudge.
Who took it there? You be the judge.
Did Chef Jones really need to know?
Was a lab where Ethel Snitt would go?
Or did Wilber Huntley hold a grudge
And want the secret of Alice’s fudge?
Did you follow the clues? Are you a good sleuth?
Like Tootsie Chase, have you guessed the truth?
Who killed Alice Jones? Which suspect might?
You have to click here to see if you’re right.
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