When the cellist Hektor Pechmerle died, they had a funeral big enough to match his ego. The black limos that pulled up to the cemetery blocked traffic for a mile.
Suddenly one of the limos broke out of the line. The driver, honking to get people out of the way, raced to the front. Someone inside the limo rolled down the rear window and began shooting. The gunman was trying to kill Pechmerle’s brother, the conductor of the orchestra, who was in the first car.
The shots caused pandemonium as the limos broke rank to get out of the way. After firing six shots, the gunman rolled up the tinted window and the driver simply guided the car back into the mass of identical cars. Since all the cars looked alike, no one could say which limo the shots had come from. By not leaving the scene, the assassins were able to hide in plain sight.
Pechmerle’s brother, the conductor, was only wounded but he could barely speak when the police asked him which car the shots came from.
“A flat,” he muttered before passing out.
But there wasn’t a single car with a flat tire. And the cops couldn’t find a gun anywhere. They had no hope of solving the murder until Chief Pratt had a brilliant insight...he called me! After hearing about the events, I made one simple request of the drivers and solved the case.
What do you think I did?
“The flat the conductor was talking about was the spare in the trunk!” you shout triumphantly.
“Which no one would have been able to see,” Nano says, shaking his head. “No, the answer is simple once you realize that conductors know musical sounds perfectly. I simply went around to every car with another of the musicians who had perfect pitch and asked each driver to sound his horn.”
“But why?”
“Because the conductor was talking about the car whose horn sounded a perfect A flat! That led to our gunman, a rival from another orchestra. He claimed the conductor had stolen his symphony and he was trying to settle the score.”
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