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The Characters
Mark Ram Philip Jenkins Isabelle Flagger
Likes to drink coffee Eats yoghurt Is very hygienic
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The TELLAT Clue stories
GROUP 2
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
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Dear Mr Holmes, 1
My name is Isabel Flagger. I cleaned and cooked for poor Mr Ram and Mr Jenkins. Mr Ram is dead now and Mr Jenkins is in prison accused of killing him.
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Dear Mr Holmes, 2
My name is Isabel Flagger. I cleaned and cooked for poor Mr Ram and Mr Jenkins. Mr Ram is dead now and Mr Jenkins is in prison accused of killing him. I feel sure that is not true. The two boys were friends. Mr Jenkins is a good young man, Mr Holmes, he is not a murderer.
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Dear Mr Holmes, 3
My name is Isabel Flagger. I cleaned and cooked for poor Mr Ram and Mr Jenkins. Mr Ram is dead now and Mr Jenkins is in prison accused of killing him. I feel sure that is not true. The two boys were friends. Mr Jenkins is a good young man, Mr Holmes, he is not a murderer. Anyway, I will tell you everything I can remember about what happened on the day Mr Ram died. That morning, 16th January, while the young gentlemen were having their baths I went upstairs to put away their clothes. In Mr Ram’s room I found a little bag of sugar among his socks in the drawer.
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Dear Mr Holmes, 4
My name is Isabel Flagger. I cleaned and cooked for poor Mr Ram and Mr Jenkins. Mr Ram is dead now and Mr Jenkins is in prison accused of killing him. I feel sure that is not true. The two boys were friends. Mr Jenkins is a good young man, Mr Holmes, he is not a murderer. Anyway, I will tell you everything I can remember about what happened on the day Mr Ram died. That morning, 16th January, while the young gentlemen were having their baths I went upstairs to put away their clothes. In Mr Ram’s room I found a little bag of sugar among his socks in the drawer. ‘You silly young gentleman,’ I thought, ‘you shouldn’t keep sugar with the socks, it’s unhygienic.’ And so I put it in the sugar bowl in the dining room.
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Dear Mr Holmes, 5
My name is Isabel Flagger. I cleaned and cooked for poor Mr Ram and Mr Jenkins. Mr Ram is dead now and Mr Jenkins is in prison accused of killing him. I feel sure that is not true. The two boys were friends. Mr Jenkins is a good young man, Mr Holmes, he is not a murderer. Anyway, I will tell you everything I can remember about what happened on the day Mr Ram died. That morning, 16th January, while the young gentlemen were having their baths I went upstairs to put away their clothes. In Mr Ram’s room I found a little bag of sugar among his socks in the drawer. ‘You silly young gentleman,’ I thought, ‘you shouldn’t keep sugar with the socks, it’s unhygienic.’ And so I put it in the sugar bowl in the dining room. At nine o’clock the two young gentleman left the house together – they had an exam or something. At about eleven o’clock, Mr Ram returned home alone. His face was as white as a sheet.
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Dear Mr Holmes, 6
My name is Isabel Flagger. I cleaned and cooked for poor Mr Ram and Mr Jenkins. Mr Ram is dead now and Mr Jenkins is in prison accused of killing him. I feel sure that is not true. The two boys were friends. Mr Jenkins is a good young man, Mr Holmes, he is not a murderer. Anyway, I will tell you everything I can remember about what happened on the day Mr Ram died. That morning, 16th January, while the young gentlemen were having their baths I went upstairs to put away their clothes. In Mr Ram’s room I found a little bag of sugar among his socks in the drawer. ‘You silly young gentleman,’ I thought, ‘you shouldn’t keep sugar with the socks, it’s unhygienic.’ And so I put it in the sugar bowl in the dining room. At nine o’clock the two young gentleman left the house together – they had an exam or something. At about eleven o’clock, Mr Ram returned home alone. His face was as white as a sheet. Without saying a word he ran upstairs to his room. I followed him up. He had opened his sock drawer and was looking at them. ‘Mrs Flagger,’ he said, ‘he’s done it!
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Dear Mr Holmes, 7
My name is Isabel Flagger. I cleaned and cooked for poor Mr Ram and Mr Jenkins. Mr Ram is dead now and Mr Jenkins is in prison accused of killing him. I feel sure that is not true. The two boys were friends. Mr Jenkins is a good young man, Mr Holmes, he is not a murderer. Anyway, I will tell you everything I can remember about what happened on the day Mr Ram died. That morning, 16th January, while the young gentlemen were having their baths I went upstairs to put away their clothes. In Mr Ram’s room I found a little bag of sugar among his socks in the drawer. ‘You silly young gentleman,’ I thought, ‘you shouldn’t keep sugar with the socks, it’s unhygienic.’ And so I put it in the sugar bowl in the dining room. At nine o’clock the two young gentleman left the house together – they had an exam or something. At about eleven o’clock, Mr Ram returned home alone. His face was as white as a sheet. Without saying a word he ran upstairs to his room. I followed him up. He had opened his sock drawer and was looking at them. ‘Mrs Flagger,’ he said, ‘he’s done it! Quickly, run to the chemist’s. ask for two hundred grams of dimercaprol. But hurry, there is no time to lose!’
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Dear Mr Holmes, 8
My name is Isabel Flagger. I cleaned and cooked for poor Mr Ram and Mr Jenkins. Mr Ram is dead now and Mr Jenkins is in prison accused of killing him. I feel sure that is not true. The two boys were friends. Mr Jenkins is a good young man, Mr Holmes, he is not a murderer. Anyway, I will tell you everything I can remember about what happened on the day Mr Ram died. That morning, 16th January, while the young gentlemen were having their baths I went upstairs to put away their clothes. In Mr Ram’s room I found a little bag of sugar among his socks in the drawer. ‘You silly young gentleman,’ I thought, ‘you shouldn’t keep sugar with the socks, it’s unhygienic.’ And so I put it in the sugar bowl in the dining room. At nine o’clock the two young gentleman left the house together – they had an exam or something. At about eleven o’clock, Mr Ram returned home alone. His face was as white as a sheet. Without saying a word he ran upstairs to his room. I followed him up. He had opened his sock drawer and was looking at them. ‘Mrs Flagger,’ he said, ‘he’s done it! Quickly, run to the chemist’s. ask for two hundred grams of dimercaprol. But hurry, there is no time to lose!’ And so I ran out across the park, under the railway bridge and into the High Street. I hurried into Fergusson the chemist’s and went to the front of the queue. ‘This is an emergency,’ I said. ‘Two hundred grams of …’ That was it. I had forgotten the name. So back I ran, Mr Holmes, down the High Street, under the railway bridge and across the park.
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Dear Mr Holmes, 9
My name is Isabel Flagger. I cleaned and cooked for poor Mr Ram and Mr Jenkins. Mr Ram is dead now and Mr Jenkins is in prison accused of killing him. I feel sure that is not true. The two boys were friends. Mr Jenkins is a good young man, Mr Holmes, he is not a murderer. Anyway, I will tell you everything I can remember about what happened on the day Mr Ram died. That morning, 16th January, while the young gentlemen were having their baths I went upstairs to put away their clothes. In Mr Ram’s room I found a little bag of sugar among his socks in the drawer. ‘You silly young gentleman,’ I thought, ‘you shouldn’t keep sugar with the socks, it’s unhygienic.’ And so I put it in the sugar bowl in the dining room. At nine o’clock the two young gentleman left the house together – they had an exam or something. At about eleven o’clock, Mr Ram returned home alone. His face was as white as a sheet. Without saying a word he ran upstairs to his room. I followed him up. He had opened his sock drawer and was looking at them. ‘Mrs Flagger,’ he said, ‘he’s done it! Quickly, run to the chemist’s. ask for two hundred grams of dimercaprol. But hurry, there is no time to lose!’ And so I ran out across the park, under the railway bridge and into the High Street. I hurried into Fergusson the chemist’s and went to the front of the queue. ‘This is an emergency,’ I said. ‘Two hundred grams of …’ That was it. I had forgotten the name. So back I ran, Mr Holmes, down the High Street, under the railway bridge and across the park. Mr Ram was in the bathroom, his shirt yellow with vomit. ‘D – I – M – E – R – C – A – P – R – O – L’, he spelt out, with great difficulty. This time I wrote it down. By the time I got back with the medicine half an hour later, he was unconscious. I called the doctor, but it was too late to save his life.
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Dear Mr Holmes, 10
My name is Isabel Flagger. I cleaned and cooked for poor Mr Ram and Mr Jenkins. Mr Ram is dead now and Mr Jenkins is in prison accused of killing him. I feel sure that is not true. The two boys were friends. Mr Jenkins is a good young man, Mr Holmes, he is not a murderer. Anyway, I will tell you everything I can remember about what happened on the day Mr Ram died. That morning, 16th January, while the young gentlemen were having their baths I went upstairs to put away their clothes. In Mr Ram’s room I found a little bag of sugar among his socks in the drawer. ‘You silly young gentleman,’ I thought, ‘you shouldn’t keep sugar with the socks, it’s unhygienic.’ And so I put it in the sugar bowl in the dining room. At nine o’clock the two young gentleman left the house together – they had an exam or something. At about eleven o’clock, Mr Ram returned home alone. His face was as white as a sheet. Without saying a word he ran upstairs to his room. I followed him up. He had opened his sock drawer and was looking at them. ‘Mrs Flagger,’ he said, ‘he’s done it! Quickly, run to the chemist’s. ask for two hundred grams of dimercaprol. But hurry, there is no time to lose!’ And so I ran out across the park, under the railway bridge and into the High Street. I hurried into Fergusson the chemist’s and went to the front of the queue. ‘This is an emergency,’ I said. ‘Two hundred grams of …’ That was it. I had forgotten the name. So back I ran, Mr Holmes, down the High Street, under the railway bridge and across the park. Mr Ram was in the bathroom, his shirt yellow with vomit. ‘D – I – M – E – R – C – A – P – R – O – L’, he spelt out, with great difficulty. This time I wrote it down. By the time I got back with the medicine half an hour later, he was unconscious. I called the doctor, but it was too late to save his life. Mr Jenkins wasn’t even in the house when Mr Ram died. I am positive that he is innocent. Please, Mr Holmes, investigate this case. Help get poor Mr Jenkins out of prison.
Isabel Flagger
