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The Star of Egypt
You tentatively reach over and try to turn on the lamp.
"I'm so disappointed in you, Mrs. Knight." You whip around when you a voice call out to you.
Arthur Hughes is standing in your living room.
Pointing a handgun at your chest.
"I'd rather hoped you could figure out the puzzle on your own," he sneers. "Ah, well. I suppose we can't all be as smart as your father-in-law was."
Before you can respond, he pulls the trigger.
Guess you should have read that poem a little more closely!
"I'm so disappointed in you, Mrs. Knight." You whip around when you a voice call out to you.
Arthur Hughes is standing in your living room.
Pointing a handgun at your chest.
"I'd rather hoped you could figure out the puzzle on your own," he sneers. "Ah, well. I suppose we can't all be as smart as your father-in-law was."
Before you can respond, he pulls the trigger.
Guess you should have read that poem a little more closely!
