TELL Clue Group 3

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• Middelbare school
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• Leerjaar 4

                                     The Characters

 Mark Ram                  Philip Jenkins            Isabelle Flagger

Likes to drink coffee    Eats yoghurt         Is very hygienic

The TELLAT Clue stories

GROUP 3

20 Minutes

Discuss with your group (quietly)

New part added every two minutes

Write down the criminal, the weapon and what happened on a piece of paper in max five sentences, and hand it in when you know the answer. Also write down the number of how many tips you have had

Dear Mr Holmes,  1

You don’t know me, but my name is Phillip Jenkins. I am accused of murdering my best friend Mark Ram. I didn’t do it, Mr Holmes. I need your help.

Dear Mr Holmes,  2

You don’t know me, but my name is Phillip Jenkins. I am accused of murdering my best friend Mark Ram. I didn’t do it, Mr Holmes. I need your help. Mark and I were both pianists. Yesterday was an important day for us, because it was the day of the Mozart young Pianist Prize, and we were both very nervous. When I came down for breakfast yesterday morning, Mark was already at the table drinking strong black coffee with lots of sugar.

Dear Mr Holmes,  3

You don’t know me, but my name is Phillip Jenkins. I am accused of murdering my best friend Mark Ram. I didn’t do it, Mr Holmes. I need your help. Mark and I were both pianists. Yesterday was an important day for us, because it was the day of the Mozart young Pianist Prize, and we were both very nervous. When I came down for breakfast yesterday morning, Mark was already at the table drinking strong black coffee with lots of sugar. Mark’s hands were shaking as he lifted the coffee cup. I never have coffee, only yoghurt, which I prepare myself the day before. 

Dear Mr Holmes,  4

You don’t know me, but my name is Phillip Jenkins. I am accused of murdering my best friend Mark Ram. I didn’t do it, Mr Holmes. I need your help. Mark and I were both pianists. Yesterday was an important day for us, because it was the day of the Mozart young Pianist Prize, and we were both very nervous. When I came down for breakfast yesterday morning, Mark was already at the table drinking strong black coffee with lots of sugar. Mark’s hands were shaking as he lifted the coffee cup. I never have coffee, only yoghurt, which I prepare myself the day before. On this occasion Mark jumped up and went into the kitchen to bring me my yoghurt. He had never done that before. ‘Here you are, Phillip,’ he said, ‘a little bit of breakfast and you’ll play much better in the competition.’

Dear Mr Holmes,  5

You don’t know me, but my name is Phillip Jenkins. I am accused of murdering my best friend Mark Ram. I didn’t do it, Mr Holmes. I need your help. Mark and I were both pianists. Yesterday was an important day for us, because it was the day of the Mozart young Pianist Prize, and we were both very nervous. When I came down for breakfast yesterday morning, Mark was already at the table drinking strong black coffee with lots of sugar. Mark’s hands were shaking as he lifted the coffee cup. I never have coffee, only yoghurt, which I prepare myself the day before. On this occasion Mark jumped up and went into the kitchen to bring me my yoghurt. He had never done that before. ‘Here you are, Phillip,’ he said, ‘a little bit of breakfast and you’ll play much better in the competition.’ ‘No thanks, Mark, I’m much too nervous to eat,’ I said as Mark poured himself another cup of coffee. Mark looked even more worried. 

Dear Mr Holmes,  6

You don’t know me, but my name is Phillip Jenkins. I am accused of murdering my best friend Mark Ram. I didn’t do it, Mr Holmes. I need your help. Mark and I were both pianists. Yesterday was an important day for us, because it was the day of the Mozart young Pianist Prize, and we were both very nervous. When I came down for breakfast yesterday morning, Mark was already at the table drinking strong black coffee with lots of sugar. Mark’s hands were shaking as he lifted the coffee cup. I never have coffee, only yoghurt, which I prepare myself the day before. On this occasion Mark jumped up and went into the kitchen to bring me my yoghurt. He had never done that before. ‘Here you are, Phillip,’ he said, ‘a little bit of breakfast and you’ll play much better in the competition.’ ‘No thanks, Mark, I’m much too nervous to eat,’ I said as Mark poured himself another cup of coffee. Mark looked even more worried. ‘Come on, you must. Just one glass of yoghurt. Please, Phillip, have it for me. Please.’ I shook my head. ‘Now I’ve brought the yoghurt, you have to eat it!’ Mark was shouting now, and he seemed really angry. 

Dear Mr Holmes,  7

You don’t know me, but my name is Phillip Jenkins. I am accused of murdering my best friend Mark Ram. I didn’t do it, Mr Holmes. I need your help. Mark and I were both pianists. Yesterday was an important day for us, because it was the day of the Mozart young Pianist Prize, and we were both very nervous. When I came down for breakfast yesterday morning, Mark was already at the table drinking strong black coffee with lots of sugar. Mark’s hands were shaking as he lifted the coffee cup. I never have coffee, only yoghurt, which I prepare myself the day before. On this occasion Mark jumped up and went into the kitchen to bring me my yoghurt. He had never done that before. ‘Here you are, Phillip,’ he said, ‘a little bit of breakfast and you’ll play much better in the competition.’ ‘No thanks, Mark, I’m much too nervous to eat,’ I said as Mark poured himself another cup of coffee. Mark looked even more worried. ‘Come on, you must. Just one glass of yoghurt. Please, Phillip, have it for me. Please.’ I shook my head. ‘Now I’ve brought the yoghurt, you have to eat it!’ Mark was shouting now, and he seemed really angry. ‘No, Mark, I can’t, but thanks anyway.’ Mark looked at me furiously and drank some more coffee.
 After that he spoke no more to me.

Dear Mr Holmes,  8

You don’t know me, but my name is Phillip Jenkins. I am accused of murdering my best friend Mark Ram. I didn’t do it, Mr Holmes. I need your help. Mark and I were both pianists. Yesterday was an important day for us, because it was the day of the Mozart young Pianist Prize, and we were both very nervous. When I came down for breakfast yesterday morning, Mark was already at the table drinking strong black coffee with lots of sugar. Mark’s hands were shaking as he lifted the coffee cup. I never have coffee, only yoghurt, which I prepare myself the day before. On this occasion Mark jumped up and went into the kitchen to bring me my yoghurt. He had never done that before. ‘Here you are, Phillip,’ he said, ‘a little bit of breakfast and you’ll play much better in the competition.’ ‘No thanks, Mark, I’m much too nervous to eat,’ I said as Mark poured himself another cup of coffee. Mark looked even more worried. ‘Come on, you must. Just one glass of yoghurt. Please, Phillip, have it for me. Please.’ I shook my head. ‘Now I’ve brought the yoghurt, you have to eat it!’ Mark was shouting now, and he seemed really angry. ‘No, Mark, I can’t, but thanks anyway.’ Mark looked at me furiously and drank some more coffee.
 After that he spoke no more to me. We travelled to the Academy of Music for the competition in silence, and he didn’t even reply when I spoke to him in the bus. He was the same while we were sitting waiting to play in front of the judges. Then, five minutes before the start of the competition, Mark suddenly stood up.

Dear Mr Holmes,  9

You don’t know me, but my name is Phillip Jenkins. I am accused of murdering my best friend Mark Ram. I didn’t do it, Mr Holmes. I need your help. Mark and I were both pianists. Yesterday was an important day for us, because it was the day of the Mozart young Pianist Prize, and we were both very nervous. When I came down for breakfast yesterday morning, Mark was already at the table drinking strong black coffee with lots of sugar. Mark’s hands were shaking as he lifted the coffee cup. I never have coffee, only yoghurt, which I prepare myself the day before. On this occasion Mark jumped up and went into the kitchen to bring me my yoghurt. He had never done that before. ‘Here you are, Phillip,’ he said, ‘a little bit of breakfast and you’ll play much better in the competition.’ ‘No thanks, Mark, I’m much too nervous to eat,’ I said as Mark poured himself another cup of coffee. Mark looked even more worried. ‘Come on, you must. Just one glass of yoghurt. Please, Phillip, have it for me. Please.’ I shook my head. ‘Now I’ve brought the yoghurt, you have to eat it!’ Mark was shouting now, and he seemed really angry. ‘No, Mark, I can’t, but thanks anyway.’ Mark looked at me furiously and drank some more coffee.
 After that he spoke no more to me. We travelled to the Academy of Music for the competition in silence, and he didn’t even reply when I spoke to him in the bus. He was the same while we were sitting waiting to play in front of the judges. Then, five minutes before the start of the competition, Mark suddenly stood up. He seemed to be in pain. He looked at me with hatred in his eyes. ‘Damn you,’ he said. ‘you’re more clever than I thought!’ and he ran out of the Academy. 

Dear Mr Holmes,  10

You don’t know me, but my name is Phillip Jenkins. I am accused of murdering my best friend Mark Ram. I didn’t do it, Mr Holmes. I need your help. Mark and I were both pianists. Yesterday was an important day for us, because it was the day of the Mozart young Pianist Prize, and we were both very nervous. When I came down for breakfast yesterday morning, Mark was already at the table drinking strong black coffee with lots of sugar. Mark’s hands were shaking as he lifted the coffee cup. I never have coffee, only yoghurt, which I prepare myself the day before. On this occasion Mark jumped up and went into the kitchen to bring me my yoghurt. He had never done that before. ‘Here you are, Phillip,’ he said, ‘a little bit of breakfast and you’ll play much better in the competition.’ ‘No thanks, Mark, I’m much too nervous to eat,’ I said as Mark poured himself another cup of coffee. Mark looked even more worried. ‘Come on, you must. Just one glass of yoghurt. Please, Phillip, have it for me. Please.’ I shook my head. ‘Now I’ve brought the yoghurt, you have to eat it!’ Mark was shouting now, and he seemed really angry. ‘No, Mark, I can’t, but thanks anyway.’ Mark looked at me furiously and drank some more coffee.
 After that he spoke no more to me. We travelled to the Academy of Music for the competition in silence, and he didn’t even reply when I spoke to him in the bus. He was the same while we were sitting waiting to play in front of the judges. Then, five minutes before the start of the competition, Mark suddenly stood up. He seemed to be in pain. He looked at me with hatred in his eyes. ‘Damn you,’ he said. ‘you’re more clever than I thought!’ and he ran out of the Academy. When I got home that evening after winning the competition, I found that Mark was dead, and I was arrested for his murder. But I didn’t do it, Mr Holmes. I know nothing about it. Please help me!

Phillip Jenkins