THE CASE OF THE LOWER CASE LETTERAllison Fuentes Mora
The famous lexicalsemanticist Professor Edgar Nettlestonhad been found dead, a gunshot wound tothe head.SUICIDE
Sorry about the old man.
I'm not. He loved me, but he loved words more. I'll be brief. My husband was working on a paper that will rock the very foundation of lexical semantics. It's worth a fortune in lecture tours, but nobody can find it. I believe his suicide note is a clueto its whereabouts
I'm Edith Nettleston.
edith. i'm not going to whine, i've had a good life.i've found wealth andhappiness as a teacher, a seller of knowledge. but i findmyself depressed beyond; hope ... and so i'm choosing the hour and manner of my owndemise. i have treatedyou badly. i demanded you dyed your brown curls blonde. i thoughti could buy you;when i should have won your love. i called you a witch. i'dcomplain: where's thewoman i married? i said you ate too much. if i wantedchange, i could have used a ;carrot rather than a stick. you probably wanted to wring myneck. forgive me.farewell.
I's written entirely in lower case. it has a more than usual number of homophones.If we read those homophones in order, we have: whine, seller, hour, manner. And translating to their homophones: Wine cellar our manor
Several hours later, we arrived at the Nettlestons' countryhouse andimmediately headed for the basement. A flip of a lightswitch revealed tunnels filledwith rows of dark bottles.
Not so fast, Mrs. Nettleston. First I have to ask you something: your wedding ring diamond, how large is it?
That's what I feared
It's eight carats. Edgar wouldn't stop talking about it.