BLOG UPDATE FOR

TODAY ONLY

 

Ground-breaking news!

Victor Criddle obviously pleaded ‘not guilty’. Despite madly protesting his innocence, he’s just been found guilty of the burglary in court. Yay!

He’ll be sent away to a kind of juvenile institution and both Mum and I have been so much happier since hearing the news. She just smiled for the first time in ages. At last.

If you ask me, I think Victor Criddle deserves what happened, after getting away with so much for so long. I just call it revenge. He always called me ODD – now we’re EVEN!

 

As for the stolen money – it all went to charity. A children’s charity, actually – for young victims of bullying, abuse and despair.

Does that make my secret and what I did right? What do you think? What would you have done in my shoes? (Which is a daft saying because my shoes probably wouldn’t fit you, as I take an extra-wide fitting).

I think I know the question you still want answered. Why didn’t the police find the stolen money in my bag on the afternoon of the crime, when everyone was searched?

Simple – I hid it. Where? The safest place of all ... in school, under their noses. In fact, under the custard creams inside Mrs. Eve’s Chamber of Secrets. No one would dare to look inside the librarian’s sacred biscuit tin or suspect its ANOINTED GUARDIAN . A cunning plan, don’t you think?

If anyone ever asks if you know who the real thief was, DON’T NOD. In fact, don’t say a word. It’s our secret. I wrote it all down in a temporary blog because I was so proud of myself for once ... but now I’m going to delete the lot, so that all evidence will disappear forever.

All my words will be ERADICATED ON or to use the perfect anagram: NO IDEA TRACED . I can even sum it up with four more: A DARE NOTICED ... REDO NICE DATA ... REACTION DEAD … ACE TIN ADORED .

Just right. Spot on. Job done.

BTW: The last puzzle I leave with you is this: who was the victim and who was the victor in all of this? So much for Victor getting the better of Eliot. Just who’s the real Victor now?

 

 

BTW: I bet you can’t guess why I chose the picture above to use to separate parts of the story. Any idea?

It’s an anagram, of course.

ELIOT’S SECRET = LET’S STORE ICE.

Magic!