Vera Claythorne Murders

he was in the area where several women vanished in early 1975. In October 1976

Josh Pachter created the passage, “Invitation to a Murder,” constructed thoroughly by situational irony. As the story began, Mrs. Abott cordially invited twelve men with a background of the criminal work field; this invitation stated that the men would be attending a murder. Once all the men arrived, then seated in a horizontal line, they saw a table filled with weapons. These weapons consisted of a bottle of poison, which does not turn out to be poisonous, a knife, and more. Eleanor Abott discussed with the gentleman, her past, and how her and her husband got together. Unfortunately, she told them that he is now practically a vegestable, given a ski accident prior. Her husband, Gregory Abott, is paralyzed, plus can no longer think.

The brutal murder of her benefactor left Lily Tremaine penniless and responsible for the care of his three children. In desperation, she presented herself at the door of his cousin, Knight Winthrop, the Viscount Castlerosse--and found herself drawn to the witty, impossibly handsome confirmed bachelor.

You are correct when you state “It is always difficult to know for sure whether someone is guilty or innocent, even if they admit one way or the other” That was my first thought until I read into the case a bit more. I stated, “the son did it.” Because as you mentioned Mrs. Hossack did not have emotion until her son spoke, did she show emotion because she was afraid of what he may say? As far as the dog wouldn’t the son know the dog’s behaviors?

The narrator sets the scene; the cold kitchen of the farmhouse the day after John Wright was found murdered in his own bed with a rope around his neck. Nothing has been touched except a fire has been started on the stove to warm the place a bit for when the sheriff and the county attorney would arrive to access the situation and look for a motive. Mrs. Wright who had been found the morning before just rocking back and forth in the kitchen rocker and pleating her apron that lay on her lap, over and over

“Beware of pretty faces that you find, a pretty face can hide an evil mind.” This quote from Johnny Ramistella sheds light on the many problems society faces today. This problem is seeing the evil and corrupt passed the semblance person they formed from twisted lies and fake stories. Agatha Christie, the author of And Then There Were None, uses her impeccable writing skills to create a character who arguable is the evilest character in this murder mystery: Vera Claythorne. Because of her motive of her past murder, being the last guest left alive on Solider Island, and self-proclaimed liar, Vera Claythorne is the evilest guest on Soldier Island.

The case that I will be discussing is the cold murder case of Lucille Johnson from Salt Lake City, Utah. Unfortunately, at the time of the murder the investigators didn’t take certain evidence serious in the case. The investigators thought that it was just evidence that had no meaning. None the less, it ended up convicting the murderer, John Sansing.

The murder of Leanne Tiernan was a high-profile English child abduction and murder case involving a schoolgirl who was abducted less than one mile from her home on the 26th of November 2000 in Leeds, West Yorkshire and subsequently murdered (Crime Investigation, 2015). On the evening, the 16 year old was on her way home from a Christmas shopping trip with her best friend, Sarah Whitehouse, when she disappeared (Crime Investigation, 2015). The girls had taken a bus into the suburb of Bramley but then parted company near Whitehouse’s home leaving Tiernan to continue alone towards her home (Crime Investigation, 2015). As Leanne Tiernan made her way home alone along an unlit path through an area of wooded wasteland known as Houghley Gill that she frequently used, John Taylor had been

At the pull of the chair’s lever, their bodies are dumped downstairs into a bake house. Mrs. Lovett, who plays a part of the evil plan, grinds and bakes their dead bodies into delicious meat pies for her now thriving business. The Climax of the story is reached when the judge comes after Todd. He kills the judge and also the unexpected beggar woman who he finds lurking in his shop. The Falling Action begins in the bake house where Todd realizes that the beggar woman he killed is his wife.

After the murder, the narrator hears a knock at the door. He proceeds to open the door to find that it is three policemen, who were there because of a disturbance call. The police tells the narrator for why they are there, which a neighbor heard a scream in the night. When the narrator hears this, he tells the police that it was his scream. Once the narrator welcomes the police to search the home, the narrator goes as far as leading police into the room where he had committed a murder and hid the body. The narrator cleverly comes up with an idea to hide the murder, “The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search-search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber” (Poe, 887). The narrator shows the police that there was nothing abnormal in the house, he proceeds to talk to them while feeling at ease.

Consequently, the guests, one by one, are mysteriously murdered. The guests that remain soon realize that all of the deaths are linked to one thing: the nursery rhyme located in each of the bedrooms in the house. Unbelievable as that may be, the guests begin to turn on each other becoming very paranoid and suspecting everyone that poses a threat. And Then There Were None keeps the reader guessing until the very end when the unlikely subject, Justice Wargrave, the retired judge, is the mastermind behind the mass murders. Through his sense of justice and longing to invent the perfect murder mystery, Wargrave succeeded in killing all nine guests going unsuspected. In his confession, he describes how he constructed his perfect murders and how he killed himself so that no inspector could solve the mystery. The strange mystery of Indian Island remains unsolved for the detectives, but the guilt of knowing the murderer will linger on the reader’s lips.

By twelve midnight, all the guests saw a scary and bloody strange figure wearing a mask, they became very anxious, so the prince commanded all the guests to snatch this unknown guest and expose his identity. Obviously no one did. They were all terrified and shocked so they marched away from that unidentified stranger. After wards the prince caught him all by himself. He started running after the stranger trying to catch him but he couldn’t, the stranger kept going from room to room. At last, he reached the dark, gloomy, gory and bloody room where the stranger had to face the prince. Right before the prince was about to to stab the intruder, the prince fell on the ground dead. After the incident, the presence of the Red Death” was acknowledged (Poe). Then suddenly and bizarrely, all the guests started falling one after the other. Blood started splattering all around the halls. Then the clock stopped; with the last person dying in the

At the center of the picture is lays an extravagantly green topside of a poker table. Stacks of playing cards, mountainous piles of gambling chips, and a circle of pristine glassware, filled with auburn spirits, litter the table in precise positions. Towering, rich chestnut chairs surround the table, each with a peculiar individual positioned at the seat: a young French maid, a monkey with a black bowtie, a grinning, charcoal coated ape, two hounds, an intuitive maple brown ape, and a howling timber wolf. All seven beings are comfortably leaned back in their chairs, smoking cigars and blowing smoke rings. They are positioned in a manner that portrays their visage, and seem to be facing directly at the focal point of the picture, the maid. She adorns a black, vintage styled gown with snow white,

When entering the main dining room, whether by design or by custom, there is a definite pecking order involved in the seating arrangements.  The first table on the left, presided over by an elderly gentleman with Basset Hound eyes, belongs to the old men of the town.  The table sits in front of one of two large windows; the old men can see and are able to comment on the "doins of them young 'uns running the town these days."  It is amusing to discover that the average age of the people under discussion is at least fifty and they took over their businesses from the same old men looking over them now.

The ballroom, filled with racks of lamb, tenderloins of beef, and virtually every fine bit of cuisine a server could imagine elevated the venue. The ice carvings were shaped with little toboggan runs and drinks of choice were poured for shooters. Caviar hand delivered to each and every attendee, while Mr. Harsh pleaded with Japes to start dancing with the beautiful servers at the party; he wanted nothing but positive comments. A room full of hotel servers with unlimited food and beverage presented quite the scene. It proved unnecessary for Mr. Harsh to motivate the crowd, they did quite fine on their own. None of the servers were permitted to drive home that evening, and in fact most found it difficult simply making it to their guest room. Rumored that many of the attendees woke up in beds with romantic partners for that night only fueled the office gossip. Killer, in particular, seemed to have made the rounds to a number of different rooms. The next day brought mind numbing hangovers and a tremendous rush for the bloody merry mix. It became a tradition with this particular group to have a little bit of the hair of the dog that bit them. No one knows if any little servers were conceived that night, but it surely highlighted a holiday season to remember.