“It’s murder!” said Detective Sergeant Smithers.
“But the clues don’t add up.” Constable Andrews shook his head.
“Go back to your desk and look at them again, son. I’ve been at this a lot longer than you and I think you’ll find I’m right.”
Fifteen minutes later a contrite Constable Andrews knocked on his Sergeant’s door. “You were right, Sarg! I had the answer for three down all wrong. ‘Murder’ fits in perfectly now.”
Detective Sergeant Smithers grinned. “Cryptic crosswords are tricky, lad, but you’ll get the hang of it.”
“But the clues don’t add up.” Constable Andrews shook his head.
“Go back to your desk and look at them again, son. I’ve been at this a lot longer than you and I think you’ll find I’m right.”
Fifteen minutes later a contrite Constable Andrews knocked on his Sergeant’s door. “You were right, Sarg! I had the answer for three down all wrong. ‘Murder’ fits in perfectly now.”
Detective Sergeant Smithers grinned. “Cryptic crosswords are tricky, lad, but you’ll get the hang of it.”
