Well, I never suspected that things were so swingin' at Scotland Yard!
No wonder Lestrade could never solve the case!! Too busy kissin'!!
In the office of Inspector Ronald Kirk (who is pretty clearly an ancestor of one James T. Kirk);
Hey!!
Yes?!?
Well, that was a pretty good guess, Inspector.
But it turns out that it's a lucky thing you didn't let her kiss you.
YOW!! Kiss 'em and then pretend to kill 'em? That's my kind of show!!
Except the "pretend" part wasn't so pretend!
HOLY SCHNIKES!!
Kirk tracks down the other potential victims. Two are saved, but sadly...
Man, I love reality TV!!
Of course, the whole bit about this being a publicity stunt for a TV show would have been more believable if there had actually been, you know, publicity...camera men, photographers, anything?!?
Because it's not actually a good mystery. As we just saw, even if they succeeded, the girls are going to wake up and tell the police who sent them. Which leaves the bad guy just one out--murder his twin brother, making it look like suicide, while he hides in the closet. No, really.
So, terrible mystery, poorly planned crime--but gosh darn, what a reality show!! Someone let FOX know!!
From Mysteries Of Scotland Yard #1 (a.k.a. as A-1 #121) (1954)
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