If you are interested in blogging or want to promote your book, please contact E. B. Davis at writerswhokill@gmail.com.

Check out our March author interviews: 3/7--Karen Cantwell, 3/14--Shawn Reilly, 3/21--Annette Dashofy, and 3/28--WWK Blogger Debra Sennefelder (on her debut novel!). Please join us in welcoming these authors to WWK.

Our March Saturday Guest Blogger Schedule: 3/3-Heather Weidner, 3/10-Holly Chaille, 3/17-Margaret S. Hamilton, 3/24-Kait Carson, 3/31-Charles Saltzberg.

Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:

Tina Whittle's sixth Tai Randolph mystery, Necessary Ends, debuts on April 3, 2018. Look for it here: https://www.amazon.com/Necessary-Ends-Tai-Randolph-Book-ebook/dp/B079MS67CM/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1520014972&sr=8-2&keywords=Tina+Whittle

James M. Jackson's Empty Promises, the next in the Seamus McCree mystery series (5th), will be available on April 3, 2018 at: https://www.amazon.com/Empty-Promises-Seamus-McCree-Book-ebook/dp/B078XJRYDG/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1520089649&sr=8-2&keywords=James+M.+Jackson&dpID=51kcxPsst-L&preST=_SY445_QL70_&dpSrc=srch

Dark Sister, a poetry collection, is Linda Rodriguez's tenth published book. It's available for sale here: https://mammothpublications.net/writers-m-to-z/rodriguez-linda-dark-sister/

Shari Randall's "Pets" will be included in Chesapeake Crimes: Fur, Feathers, and Felonies anthology, which will be published in 2018. In the same anthology "Rasputin," KM Rockwood's short story, will also be published. Her short story "Goldie" will be published in the Busted anthology, which will be released by Level Best Books on April 25th.

Shari Randall's second Lobster Shack Mystery, Against the Claw, will be available in August, 2018.

In addition, our prolific KM has had the following shorts published as well: "Making Tracks" in Passport to Murder, Bouchercon anthology, October 2017 and "Turkey Underfoot," appears in the anthology The Killer Wore Cranberry: A Fifth Course of Chaos.


Saturday, March 17, 2018

The Grave’s a Fine and Private Place

A review by Margaret S. Hamilton

The grave’s a fine and private place/But none, I think, do there embrace.

Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress, 1681

In 2009, when I read Alan Bradley’s first Flavia de Luce book, I realized that Flavia was the fiendishly clever equivalent of my eleven-year-old self: tormented by her sisters (my siblings stole my eyeglasses), free to read without parental censure, with unlimited access to a chemistry lab (I had a chemistry set on an old table in the basement), and allowed to roam the local area on her bike. Reading Flavia’s adventures was a return to my own girlhood. With bodies.

In addition to her chemical pursuits, Flavia has a fascination with death. And in her small English village of Bishop’s Lacey, bodies turn up with depressing regularity. As the series progresses, Flavia morphs into an underage Miss Marple, collaborating with the long-suffering Inspector Hewitt solving local murders.

Most people probably never stop to think about why our burial places are so green. But if they ever did, their faces might turn the very shade of that graveyard grass, for underneath the picturesque moss and lichen, and beneath all those weathered stones, is a slowly simmering chemical stew, bubbling and burbling away in the dark earth as our ancestors and neighbors, with the help of a little chemistry, are returned to their Maker.                                                                 The Grave’s a Fine and Private Place, p.13                                                                

In Bradley’s most recent book, Flavia is twelve, on the cusp of adolescence. While she still assumes the demeanor of a child when it suits her, she has become aware of herself as a persuasive and poised young woman. After the recent death of her father, Dogger, a loyal family servant, takes Flavia and her sisters on a country holiday. Flavia dangles her hand in a peaceful stream and, of course, discovers a corpse. Though she’s in a vacation location and without her trusty bicycle named “Gladys,” she teams up with Dogger as her fellow investigator. They use kitchen chemistry to investigate physical evidence and interview key witnesses.

Because potassium cyanide (KCN) would have been converted by Orlando’s stomach acids to prussic acid (HCN), these tests were simple. We could, of course, have produced the required picric acid with a handful of aspirin tablets in sulfuric acid, but we quickly decided upon an easier method: A couple of grams of sodium bicarbonate and a few drops of picric acid antiseptic, both from the first-aid kit Dogger had brought in from the Rolls, would do the trick nicely.               The Grave’s a Fine and Private Place, p.101

Canadian Alan Bradley retired from his career in television engineering to write fiction. Flavia emerged in a story one day, as she sat on a campstool in a driveway, and refused to leave. Bradley made Flavia the protagonist of his first book. When Bradley won the Debut Dagger Award for The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, he visited England for the first time. He left with a publishing contract for what has turned into a ten-book series. This past week, Bradley announced the sale of television rights for the series to a Canadian producer for CTV.

 Readers, have you read the Flavia de Luce books? Writers, have you written a book or story from a child’s perspective?

Friday, March 16, 2018

Beware the Assoonas! by Warren Bull

Beware the Assoonas!

Image from thejoural.ie.

It Lies in wait, like a crocodile beneath the murky water’s surface. Patient, motionless, not a single ripple shows.
But it’s there
Ready for that moment of inattention
For the sweet, distracted fantasy
The alluring delusion
That I know is not really real
Oh, but if it were…
It springs, mouth agape
To chomp down with the power as inexorable
As the passage of time
On whatever appendage dangles before it
It pulls me into the water
With roiling furious strength
The death spiral begins
There is no chance of escape
Just like last time
Will I ever learn?
Asssoonas crunches contentedly on the bones of
Time it assassinated.

As soon as….my out-of-town guests leave I will finish that troublesome phrase. Then I’ll be ready to edit the article from the very beginning, remembering to check the reference for that section with the clang.
But the dishes need washing. The sheets need to be changed. That spill on the rug will turn into a stain if I don’t attend to it quickly. What will I have to wear if I don’t pick up my clothing from the drycleaner’s? They close in forty-five minutes. The car is almost out of gas. That’s a disaster waiting to happen. 
After two more hours of frenzied activity, I’m tired. A little nap would do me a world of good. Look how late it is. A nap? No I need a good night’s sleep.
I can start fresh tomorrow.
As soon as I finish breakfast and call the Hendersons back. After I finally make that appointment I’ve been putting off. I really need to check on Jenny before I get too involved in anything else. Who knows how long she will want to talk?
How long has it been since I called Mom? I haven’t done a thing about Randy’s birthday. It’s almost here.
Just a few errands to run and I’ll have free time.

I will write, just as soon as …

Thursday, March 15, 2018


Some of the members of Red Read Robin book club.

I belong to two book clubs. The first one I joined in the fall of 2006, a new and started by Carol Baker, the local librarian. We met in a café which sold lunches and antiques and crafts. I think the first book picked was To Kill a Mockingbird, but I didn’t keep a record then.

Eventually, Carol couldn’t lead us because government funding for the library was cut back. She still had another book club at the library. We met there every third Thursday for several years until The Brew Basket went out of business. Then we went to several other restaurants for a while and finally ended up at Roby Lee’s a larger restaurant where we had more room and where we still meet at 11:00 a.m. the Third Thursday of each month except when one of our members has us meeting at her cottage on Lake Erie in July.
In December we meet at my house and each of our members brings two or three books for us to pick from for the following year for January to November. The extra books are added to a list for anyone to read after they’ve read that month’s book. We have a pot luck meal at my house, too.

When we meet at Roby Lee’s we discuss the book of the month and then some of us stay for lunch, some order take-out, or some like me order the meal for takeout, but stay there to eat from the salad bar which is really good and includes soup, dessert, and delicious small slices of white pizza. Carol Baker is retired now and has joined us again. The waitresses who take care of us always bring coffee or tea and fresh baked bread with butter to nibble on while we’re discussing the book or talking about what has gone on in our lives since the last time we met.

The other book club I joined was the Red Read Robin. It started in February 2008.. It’s a larger book club with over half of the members related to each other and at least half of them go to the same Mass I go to, and we sit together. With that one it is held in a member’s home where she prepares the meal, or if the member for some reason can’t or doesn’t want to have it in their home, they pick a restaurant for us to meet in and usually bring some little gift to give us. One of my best friends has a small house and a husband with a disability so she always chooses a restaurant. The hostess of the month always serves wine with the meal, too. We just celebrated our tenth year this past month.  

The first book that was chosen for that book club was also To Kill a Mockingbird. Only three members have dropped out not because they didn’t like us, but because they were too busy like Erin, who is a teacher and just had her second child an adorable baby girl and a son who is now in kindergarten. Her husband is also a teacher and both of them have lots of papers to grade. Another member moved back to her hometown in PA, and only comes once in a while because of the distance to drive at night. Two of our members live fifty miles away so don’t come quite as often, and when it’s their turn to have the book club they have it on a Saturday afternoon so no one has to drive the distance after dark
My love of belonging to book clubs has so many positive aspects. First, it’s interesting to hear everyone’s opinions of a book you’ve just read. Some really liked it. Some had a few complaints and then there’s one member who often hates the book which is kind of upsetting for the hostess of the book club that night who picked the book.

Second, it’s fun to be with fellow book lovers, who have become my friends over the years I’ve belonged.
Third, I’m introduced to books I might never have heard of or particularly wanted to read. I’m a big mystery fan and read more mysteries than anything else, but it’s good for everyone to read other books, too. There have only been a few over the years that I didn’t like, but that is because the person who picked the book didn’t bother to read it first. I often pick a good mystery, or a book I’d read in the other book club and enjoyed.

The two books I’ve read this month are The House Without a Key a Charlie Chan Mystery by Earl Derr Biggers.
He was born in Warren, Ohio, the capital of the county I live in. All the libraries in the county are featuring this book this month. He was born in 1884, and died in 1933 of a heart attack at the age of 48. He was a playwright and novelist, His greatest success was with his series of Charlie Chan detective novels. The popularity of Charlie Chan extended even to China, where audiences in Shanghai appreciated the Hollywood films made by his Charlie Chan mysteries. This is the first one of the series I read and enjoyed it enough to want to read more. He was posthumously inducted into the Warren City Schools Distinguished Alumni Hall of Fame. This book was chosen by one of the members of my Red Read Robin book club.

Earl Derr Bigger
The other one is When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi . It’s a memoir he started writing when he was diagnosed with a life threatening cancer. He writes about his childhood, about going to college to become a doctor and changing his mind on what kind of doctor he wanted to become. It covers his years as a student and an intern.

He eventually became a neurosurgeon at Stanford and operated on brains. He was married to Lucy and he is facing his own death shortly after becoming a father, but still he continues with his job as long as possible. He died in March of 2015 while still working on this book surrounded by his large loving family, including his wife and their daughter.  His wife wrote the epilogue to the book. He was a beautiful, caring man who gave his all to his patients.

Paul with his wife Lucy

Paul with his daughter shortly before he died.

Two comments on the book “Rattling, heartbreaking, and ultimately beautiful, the too young Dr. Kalanithi’s memoir is proof that the dying are the ones who have the most to teach us about life.” Atul Gawande

“Thanks to When Breath Becomes Air, those of us who never met Paul Kalanithi will both mourn his death and benefit from his life. This is one of a handful of books I consider to be a universal donor – I would recommend it to anyone, everyone.”  Ann Patchett

I agree with these two comments.

Do you belong to a book club?
If not would you like to belong to one?
Are you interested in reading either one of these two books?

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Shawn Reilly Simmons Interview by E. B. Davis

“It’s just the shock of it, I think. The idea that something so random can happen to anyone, something so life changing, just when you least expect it.”
“Exactly. Unfortunately, things like that are happening every day, all over the world,” Nadia said, nodding in agreement. “It’s hard to wrap your mind around.”
Shawn Reilly Simmons, Murder On The Rocks (Kindle Loc. 744)

Murder on the Rocks (Red Carpet Catering #5) 
Shawn Reilly Simmons has cooked up something rocky this time, and it’s going to be a delicious read. After surviving a brazen attack at one of her favorite local cafes, Penelope Sutherland is ready to escape the big city and head to her next film set. She and her Red Carpet Catering crew set up their kitchen on location in the tranquil mountains of Vermont. But peace and quiet aren’t on the menu. It starts to get hot when a series of accidents befall the celebrity tennis pro consulting on the film. Then mix in an uptight director, an isolated location, and a quirky bunch of locals with secrets of their own and that’s a recipe for disaster. Penelope soon suspects a connection between the cafe attack and the incidents on set, and you know what comes next. She must uncover the truth before her goose gets cooked. This page-turner is serving up the coziest of entertainment, and you do not want to miss it.

I love books that have elements of reality in them. And in Murder On The Rocks, reality abounds—from real historic figures to apparent terrorism to drug dependence. Shawn Reilly Simmons weaves all that reality into fiction capturing readers’ interest. This book was hard to put down.

Historic figures are fun especially when they are trailblazers of their time, relating to present day in terms of role models. Unfortunately, real realities of terrorist attacks and the aftermath of Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome and drug dependency followed by death aren’t so fun. But I’m glad that authors, like Shawn, are addressing these issues. For readers, it allows contemplation of these realities without having to experience them—a luxury, but also a good exercise for if, and when, reality stops lurking and pounces.

All my favorite characters returned in this fifth Red Carpet Catering Mystery, released on February 6th, with a few additions. I’ve always enjoyed main character chef Penelope Sutherland. Joining her is a new-hire chef, Tama, old friend and tennis pro, Nadia, and a new partner for Joey, Clarissa. Like most folks, all of them have good and bad aspects of their personalities, which Shawn portrays well. You won’t struggle to remember their names and who they are in the story. 

Please welcome Shawn back to WWK.                                                                                      E. B. Davis
Glendale, NJ, where the first few chapters of the book take place and where Penelope and Arlena call home, is supposed to be a suburb of New York. But the real Glendale is closer to Philadelphia. Why did you change the location?

When I first moved to New York after graduating from college, I lived in Glendale in Queens, so I gave the fictional town in New Jersey that name as a personal touchstone for myself. I have to admit I hadn’t heard of the little town Glendale, NJ until after I’d done this, even though I lived in New Jersey for many years! It is a large state, though, and I lived near Hoboken, and spent most of my time working and playing in Manhattan.

Arlena hires Nadia Westin, a professional tennis player, to help her during the filming of Grand Slam, the new movie Arlena will star in. How did Arlena meet Nadia?

Nadia is an old school friend of Penelope’s who has now gone on to have a successful professional tennis career. Penelope has always been very driven as far as her career goals and attaining success as a chef, so she and Nadia were drawn together because they were both ambitious, and as a result of that in a way, loners. Their chosen pursuits, cooking and tennis, are solitary at times, and both rely on individual talent and drive, which I believe cemented their friendship early on. 

What is the Grand Slam?

A Grand Slam happens when a player or team of players wins the four major tennis tournaments in the same calendar year: the Australian Open, the French Open, Wimbledon, and the U.S. Open. To give you an idea of how difficult it is, the most recent Grand Slam was in 2014, and the last Americans to achieve a sweep of the majors were Martina Navratilova and Pam Shriver in 1984 playing women’s doubles. (Others have achieved career Grand Slams, but they haven’t occurred in the same calendar year). 

When Penelope, Arlena, and Nadia met in a café, a young man with a hockey stick proceeds to attack the diners while another young man bars the café’s door trapping people inside. The attacker keeps saying “plate it,” but Nadia knows what he’s really saying. How does she know Russian?

Nadia has traveled extensively during her tennis career, playing tournaments around the world. And part of her training took place in Russia, where she picked up some of the language while living there.

In Grand Slam, Arlena plays the part of Helen Wills, a tennis star of the 1920s and 30s, whose eight consecutive wins at Wimbledon wasn’t surpassed for fifty-two years until Martina Navratilova won nine in 1990. I thought she was a fictional character you made up, but she wasn’t. What drew you to Helen Wills? Was a real movie ever made about her?

To my knowledge there hasn’t been a movie made about Helen Wills. Most of the time in my books, I create a movie I think should be made, and I think a movie about her life would be an excellent choice. I’ve always been fascinated by tennis players, I think because I went to the same middle and high school as Chris Evert, and we heard about her a lot from the nuns and priests, who held her up as an example of how you can reach success by hard work and having a dream. When I thought about Arlena starring in a biopic about a tennis player, I wanted to highlight someone who perhaps people didn’t know much about, and I thought Helen was perfect. While doing my research for the book, I was intrigued by Helen’s life story, both on and off the court. Her athleticism was matched by her love of art and writing, and she was such an elegant and beautiful lady, a reluctant celebrity of her time. And for me it was fun to picture Arlena and her costar playing tennis in wardrobe true to the 1920s and 30s.  

Penelope seems thrilled, but old biddy that I am, I wasn’t. Why did Joey ask her to live with him—not marry him? Is that really the next logical step in today’s world?

I think it’s up to the individual, but I’m always fascinated by how the newer generation seems to be marrying and having children later in life, when it used to be something people did quite early on. It began with my generation, I believe (I didn’t get married and have my son until I was 39!), and the trend seems to be holding. That being said, I’ve just finished the first draft of my next book, and my readers will find that Penelope is torn by this decision, and the very issue you raise is one that she is seriously pondering before taking the leap.

Thomas and Jeremiah Truegood are the directors of Grand Slam. Shouldn’t their last name be Toogood? They’re just a bit hard to take with exacting standards, especially given the demands on Penelope and her personnel.

Ha! Yes, they do think they have seen the error of all of our ways, don’t they? I was inspired to create the Truegood brothers because I hadn’t had a team of directors yet in the books, and in thinking about the setting of Vermont, my impression every time I visited there was that the residents really valued the beauty of where they lived. I was further inspired to make them kind of a pain about environmental awareness when I read several articles about Hollywood being one of the biggest pollutant industries in the world. And finally, I did meet one executive producer on a movie who had flown in from L.A. to visit the set for the day and could barely hide her disgust at the food we were serving. She had a very negative emotional response to eating meat, which she felt was morally wrong. But we had been hired to do a job, which we were doing very well, and she told us as much (trying her best to not look at the food!). That was a weird day on the set, and I tried to convey some of those emotions through Penelope in the book.

Do chefs critique other chefs’ techniques?

Absolutely, just as writers critique other writers. The opinions may not be voiced out loud, unless a request is made, but I think in every profession there is an innate impulse in us all to consider the similar work of others and compare it to our own, for better or worse.

What is:

Craft Service— Craft service is essentially a snack station, where you can grab something like a muffin or a bag of chips, coffee, water, whatever you might need to keep going between scheduled meal times. This is usually run by someone other than the catering crew, but can be managed by the team on smaller productions.

Mise en place assignments— Mise en place is a French term that basically means everything in its place. When you’re making a stew, for example, you wash, peel and chop all of your ingredients before you begin cooking them. Or when baking a cake, you set out your pan and measure out all of your ingredients before you begin assembling. This pre-work makes pulling together your dish easier, and results in fewer mistakes—and eliminates that sinking feeling of having no butter and then having to run out for some to make that cake! 

Have you plotted all your major characters’ arcs for the series?

I know at the moment I have five more books to go at least, so I have been laying out whose relationships will be evolving, and at what pace, for the near future. My characters do have a way of surprising me during the writing process, though. I can’t count how many times they’ll do or say something that was not in the plan, but it fits, and we go from there. That’s one of the most fun parts about creating characters, watching them take on a life of their own in your imagination.

What’s next for Penelope?

In the next book it’s the holidays and everyone is together to celebrate. Randall and Arlena are teaming up to shoot a documentary in and around an old theater in New York City that features a big Christmas extravaganza each year, and Penelope is on hand to cater for the crew and the performers. Arlena’s grandmother was a Big Apple Dancer, and her death is shrouded in mystery, which mirrors some of the things happening there in current day. Several characters make big decisions about their relationships, and the bonds between friendship and family are at times tested and at others strengthened. Penelope continues to balance her love of her demanding career with the idea of beginning a new phase of life with Joey. And there’s lots of big filling meals to prepare, because it’s the holidays!   

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

A group of vowels walk into a bar...

I heard some grammar-based bar jokes recently, and thought I’d try my hand at a few.

A group of vowels walk into a bar. A tells E, “I owe you, but don’t know why.”
An oxymoron walks into a bar. Arguing the issues of the day and drinking heavily, he has a sobering experience.
A hyperbole storms into a totally dead bar, absolutely obliterating its tranquility.
A non-sequitur walks into a bar. “Dutch courage” was a boon to soldiers in the Thirty Years’ War.
A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, planning to burn the midnight oil at both ends.
A comma splice walks into a bar, he has a few drinks, he starts a fight.
A sentence fragment. Walks into a bar. With lots on his mind to forget.
A run-on sentence walks into a bar he’s carrying the steering wheel from his car which he just wrecked he needs a drink or two badly.
A subjunctive would have walked into a bar if only she had realized her options.
A misplaced modifier walks into a bar with a man he has known for years wearing a cowboy hat named Jesse.
A dyslectic walks into a bra.
An Oxford comma walks into a bar and spends the evening drinking, smoking, meeting with clients, arranging for packing of illegal substances for storage and delivery.
A simile walks into a bar quiet as a mouse.
A synonym enters a taproom.
A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to celebrate.
A pronoun walks into a bar and sees an attractive verb. He suggests they conjugate.
The present walks into a bar and sees the past with the future. The situation is tense.
A dangling participle walks into a bar. He takes a hostage. The SWAT team negotiates with him for an hour before being shot dead by a marksman.
A pair of quotation marks walk into a bar for “happy hour.”
A double negative walked into a bar and didn’t not have a drink.
A bar is entered by a passive.
Tom Swifty walks into a bar. “Give me a double,” he says thirstily.

Here’s one that I can’t take credit for and doesn’t involve a bar, but I can’t resist including:
A team led by Dr. Craig Smith of the University of Hawaii found the crabs using a remotely operated submersible. 
Clever crabs indeed.

Monday, March 12, 2018

Norman Rockwell's Murder Mystery

By Shari Randall

Traveling through the Berkshires after a holiday visit to upstate New York was a great excuse to stop in charming Stockbridge, Massachusetts, to visit the Norman Rockwell Museum.

Rockwell, who preferred the term “illustrator” to “painter,” was a meticulous artist who designed his scenes, chose and posed his models, photographed them, and only when satisfied with the photos, used them to guide the final painting of his artwork. This painstaking process produced some of the best loved images of all time. Exhibits of his iconic Four Freedoms raised over a million dollars in war bonds during World War II, a stunning amount for the time. His art appeared on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post 323 times. His work, considered sentimental or false by some critics, is undergoing a reappraisal and is hotly collected by tastemakers such as Steven Spielberg and George Lucas. An exhibit of his work at the Smithsonian broke records.

That’s why it was so shocking to hear about the Rockwell cover the Saturday Evening Post rejected, the work that, despite its celebrity firepower, failed to make the cut and was never published.

In 1948, Rockwell did a drawing he called Murder Mystery, or Who-Dun-It. Rockwell’s intent was to present a classic drawing room murder mystery that the viewer would solve from the clues in the picture. Instead of choosing his subjects from his friends and neighbors as was his custom, Rockwell went Hollywood. He approached Ethel Barrymore to portray the lady of the manor; Linda Darnell as a glamorous actress; Boris Karloff as the chef; Loretta Young as the maid; Clifton Webb as the butler; Richard Widmark as a disreputable gentleman with a riding crop; and Lassie as, well, Lassie. Van Johnson plays The Body, with only his legs and feet portrayed, splayed on the carpet.

Rockwell said, “I’d show a murdered man surrounded by his friends and relatives, one of whom had done him in. The clues to the solution would be present in the picture and Post readers would be asked to solve the crime.”

Here’s a link to the museum image and here’s my photo. The clues are hidden in the details, so enlarge away! http://collection.nrm.org/search.do?id=630050&db=object&view=full

photo by the author
Standing in front of the painting, tucked away in a side gallery, I couldn’t help but be impressed by the quality of the work. The mystery? That was another thing. A Boy Scout standing next to me pondered the painting for a good five minutes. He sighed. And tilted his head to look closer. And sighed again.

I understood how he felt. I thought one solution was obvious, but, could see a case for others. A man wearing a Bruins sweatshirt joined us in front of Murder Mystery and peered close at the work. We exchanged glances and guesses.

We all chose a different suspect.

That was the problem. The Saturday Evening Post agreed with me and the Boy Scout and the Bruins fan. After Rockwell presented Murder Mystery to the editorial board of The Saturday Evening Post, the Post test-drove it with staff. The work was rejected, the Post editors explained, because not one staffer came within “miles of the correct answer.” I have a feeling that mystery readers may do better than the staff of the 1948 Saturday Evening Post but still, the solution is not clear cut.

So dear readers, take a look. Who-Dun-It? Put your guesses in the comments and I’ll check in later with the correct answer. Well, with the artist’s answer. Your solution may vary.