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- PTS
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POP- 75
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- Mars
- Last Visit
- 4-Sep-2010
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Post Last Edit by Schroedinger at 11-Apr-2010 10:51
413# Pohpiah
Watson oh Watson! You are back! Not only that, but your answer is Correct.
Problem:
The fat man lay by the railroad embankment, his horribly twisted limbs testifying to the imprudence of leaving a train as it raced at a hundred miles per hour.
"Broken neck -- probably killed on impact," said Pohpiah after a summary examination. "Who is he?"
"TruAngel, the New York racketeer," replied Sheriff Banana.net. "He must have jumped from the DotaPod train. It leaves Chicago for Los Angeles on Tuesday night and passes through here around four Wednesday afternoon. It's the only train by today."
"What makes you sure Truangel jumped?" asked Pohpiah.
"For one thing, the money in his wallet. For another, his valises."
"Valises?"
"Ill show you," said the sheriff, shading his eyes as he led the way down the tracks toward the setting sun.
After some five hundred yards, the two men came to the first valise. It contained expensive clothes, monogrammed TW.
Two Hundred yards further along lay the second valise. It contained $50,000 in new twenty-dollar bills.
"Counterfeit," said the sheriff. "Apparently someone wanted it, and Truangel decided to jump rather than give it up."
"At least that's what someone wants the authorities to believe," said Pohpiah. "The killer went to a lot of trouble, but Truangel was thrown from the train."
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