Lucy
ACME Canine Unit
I bought a Carmen mystery puzzle and I wanted to share it with you guys. You read the story, complete the puzzle and solve the mystery. (I'm doing this because of a few of you said you'd be interested in solving this.)
Carmen's gang is at it again! This time one of her pals has stolen the famous Aztec Calendar Stone. That's no mean feat. Because this is no ordinary calendar. It's a huge disk, about twelve feet in diameter. And it's carved out of stone, weighing almost twenty-two-tons. On the other hand, it is a mean feat. Very mean.
The Calendar Stone is a priceless relic. It was made by the Aztecs, a tribe who lived in the region that is now Mexico. From about 1300 to 1500 A.D. the Aztecs built a great civilization. With great cities and great works of art. Not to mention their greatest discovery of all...chocolate. The artifacts of Aztec culture are an important part of the history of Mexico. Like this calendar, for example. So naturally, the government wants to have it back where it belongs.
That's why YOU'RE on the job. As one of the Acme Detective Agency's top investigators, it's up to YOU to solve the crime. But after spending eight days tracking the thief all around the world, you still haven't cracked the case. Now, back at the Agency, you sit at your desk and examine all the things you've picked up during your journey.
You feel that the answer is at hand. Somewhere among those dossiers and souvenirs is the solution, you'll need to read through the diary entries you've made over the previous eight days. Then assemble the jigsaw puzzle. The final image shows your desk top at ACME. All the clues you need in order to solve the case are in the diary and on the desk. Can you do it? Can you figure out which one of Carmen's cronies stole the Aztec Calendar Stone and where the thief is now?
Mexico City, Mexico
Monday, 9:00 A.M.
Started at the Museo Nacional de Antropologia. It's a huge museum in Chapultepec Park. That's the biggest park in the city, first used by the Aztecs themselves. Whew! What a collection of artifacts. IT took me two days just to find the director among all that stuff. Then two more days to get close enough to shake his hand. But he wasn't much help. It seems that he came in one morning to find a black space where the Calendar had been. Off to a bad start. No witnesses, no clues, no leads. Only one thing to do in a tough situation like this, Go have lunch!
Mexico City, Mexico
Monday, 12:00 Noon
What luck! This is the largest city in the world and I happened to find the right Taco Bar. A waitress here overheard two customers talking. She specifically remembered hearing two words: Brunch and Aztec. Not much to go on, but it's a start. She also recalled that one of the people was nuts about Mexican food. Ordered twenty enchiladas and ate them all. I, on the other hand, ordered a bowl of chili with tomato sauce. (Both of these dishes were invented by the Aztecs, by the way) Oh yes, the waitress overheard the two people say something about going to see a new deli in Sydney. Another meal? Okay by me. But I'd better take along a larger belt. I have a hunch this case is going to cost me a few pounds.
Sydney, Australia
Wednesday, 12:00 Noon
Wrong Sydney, I guess. Interesting place all right. It was founded as a settlement of convicts from England in 1788. Now it's a great harbor city on the southeastern coast of Australia. But nobody knows what I'm talking about here. I did speak to one of the soccer players at the Sports Arena. Nice fellow. He even invited me to a barby after the game. I thought that was a clue, until I realized he meant a good old barbecue. I went and traded broiled shrimp for some questions. But the soccer player hadn't seen anything interesting all day.
except, of course, for a few well placed kicks. Which is perfect. Because that's exactly what I feel like giving myself for playing out this dumb hunch.
New Delhi, India
Wednesday, 6:00 P.M.
Back on track. What a fool I was! The waitress in Mexico city got it wrong. The thief wasn't going to see a new deli in Sydney He (if it is a he) was going to see someone named Sidney in New Delhi! Slight difference. New Delhi is the capital of India. It sits on the Jumna River, in the northern part of the country. I made up for lost time by quickly finding the only Sidney in town. It's not a very common name here.
This Sidney happens to be vice president of one of the banks. Sure enough, he says he helped someone with red hair get rid of a few pounds. Now why would the vice president of a bank want to help an international thief lose weight?
London, England
Thursday, 12:00 Midnight
Aha! Because the pounds in question had nothing to do with fat. The thief was dealing in pounds sterling. That's the money that they use in England. So here I am in London, the nation's capital. Like many great cities, London sits on a river. It's call the Thames. I followed it down to Trafalgar Square, which is in the middle of town. Sat down on a bench to get my bearings. But I got much more than I bargained for. One of the tourists in the Square claimed he actually saw the suspect earlier today. He recognized the Calendar immediately and confronted the thief. Says there was quite a racket.
But did he mean a fight of the thing you hit balls with? Stupidly, I forgot to ask. Then I noticed a brochure on the ground. It was for the Annual Stolen Calendar Convention. In Iceland, of all places. On second thought, what better spot for a show of hot goods?
Reykjavik, Iceland
Thursday, 3:30 A.M.
Forget the convention. It sounded dull anyways. I didn't have to go any further than the airport. A porter saw a suspicious person pushing a very large round black case. Bingo! What else could that be? The world's biggest yo-yo? The porter also noticed something dangling from this person's neck. Could have been a tie or a necklace.
Learned something else too. Since Reykjavik is on the southwestern coast of this island, it gets pretty cold. So they heat some of the houses with water from nearby hot springs. Pretty interesting. Eventually, the suspect must have gotten another plane. But the porter couldn't recall which one. "Why don't you ask at the information desk" The porter suggested.
"He probably stopped there first." I did--but the clerk didn't remember seeing anyone suspicious. Still, there were only two places someone could have gone at that hour. New York--or Kigali in Africa. For me, the choice was easy. I was getting hungry. And would much rather eat a hot dog than a rhino sandwich.
New York City, U.S.A
Thursday 4:30 A.M.
I think this case is getting to me. Why do I keep seeing someone in a wide-brimmed hat in every reflection? Can't shake the feeling that I'm being followed. And not by a hat salesman either. Spooky, Anyway, I finally wound up at South Street Seaport. It's at the lower tip of Manhattan. The taxi driver says the area was once underwater and that the Seaport was built on landfill from the rest of the city. Fascinating, but not too helpful. Then she remembered taking someone down to the Seaport this morning from the airport.
The passenger tried to pay in kronur. That's the currency of Iceland, so I know I'm on the right track. I wandered around the tall ships for awhile. At first, nothing turned up. Then, I stopped to get that hot dog I'd been craving, and....wham! Stumbled on a lead. IT seems that a person with a hat and a shifty expression had been asking all around for directions to the library. I'm on my way.
.....To Be Continued.....
Carmen's gang is at it again! This time one of her pals has stolen the famous Aztec Calendar Stone. That's no mean feat. Because this is no ordinary calendar. It's a huge disk, about twelve feet in diameter. And it's carved out of stone, weighing almost twenty-two-tons. On the other hand, it is a mean feat. Very mean.
The Calendar Stone is a priceless relic. It was made by the Aztecs, a tribe who lived in the region that is now Mexico. From about 1300 to 1500 A.D. the Aztecs built a great civilization. With great cities and great works of art. Not to mention their greatest discovery of all...chocolate. The artifacts of Aztec culture are an important part of the history of Mexico. Like this calendar, for example. So naturally, the government wants to have it back where it belongs.
That's why YOU'RE on the job. As one of the Acme Detective Agency's top investigators, it's up to YOU to solve the crime. But after spending eight days tracking the thief all around the world, you still haven't cracked the case. Now, back at the Agency, you sit at your desk and examine all the things you've picked up during your journey.
You feel that the answer is at hand. Somewhere among those dossiers and souvenirs is the solution, you'll need to read through the diary entries you've made over the previous eight days. Then assemble the jigsaw puzzle. The final image shows your desk top at ACME. All the clues you need in order to solve the case are in the diary and on the desk. Can you do it? Can you figure out which one of Carmen's cronies stole the Aztec Calendar Stone and where the thief is now?
Mexico City, Mexico
Monday, 9:00 A.M.
Started at the Museo Nacional de Antropologia. It's a huge museum in Chapultepec Park. That's the biggest park in the city, first used by the Aztecs themselves. Whew! What a collection of artifacts. IT took me two days just to find the director among all that stuff. Then two more days to get close enough to shake his hand. But he wasn't much help. It seems that he came in one morning to find a black space where the Calendar had been. Off to a bad start. No witnesses, no clues, no leads. Only one thing to do in a tough situation like this, Go have lunch!
Mexico City, Mexico
Monday, 12:00 Noon
What luck! This is the largest city in the world and I happened to find the right Taco Bar. A waitress here overheard two customers talking. She specifically remembered hearing two words: Brunch and Aztec. Not much to go on, but it's a start. She also recalled that one of the people was nuts about Mexican food. Ordered twenty enchiladas and ate them all. I, on the other hand, ordered a bowl of chili with tomato sauce. (Both of these dishes were invented by the Aztecs, by the way) Oh yes, the waitress overheard the two people say something about going to see a new deli in Sydney. Another meal? Okay by me. But I'd better take along a larger belt. I have a hunch this case is going to cost me a few pounds.
Sydney, Australia
Wednesday, 12:00 Noon
Wrong Sydney, I guess. Interesting place all right. It was founded as a settlement of convicts from England in 1788. Now it's a great harbor city on the southeastern coast of Australia. But nobody knows what I'm talking about here. I did speak to one of the soccer players at the Sports Arena. Nice fellow. He even invited me to a barby after the game. I thought that was a clue, until I realized he meant a good old barbecue. I went and traded broiled shrimp for some questions. But the soccer player hadn't seen anything interesting all day.
except, of course, for a few well placed kicks. Which is perfect. Because that's exactly what I feel like giving myself for playing out this dumb hunch.
New Delhi, India
Wednesday, 6:00 P.M.
Back on track. What a fool I was! The waitress in Mexico city got it wrong. The thief wasn't going to see a new deli in Sydney He (if it is a he) was going to see someone named Sidney in New Delhi! Slight difference. New Delhi is the capital of India. It sits on the Jumna River, in the northern part of the country. I made up for lost time by quickly finding the only Sidney in town. It's not a very common name here.
This Sidney happens to be vice president of one of the banks. Sure enough, he says he helped someone with red hair get rid of a few pounds. Now why would the vice president of a bank want to help an international thief lose weight?
London, England
Thursday, 12:00 Midnight
Aha! Because the pounds in question had nothing to do with fat. The thief was dealing in pounds sterling. That's the money that they use in England. So here I am in London, the nation's capital. Like many great cities, London sits on a river. It's call the Thames. I followed it down to Trafalgar Square, which is in the middle of town. Sat down on a bench to get my bearings. But I got much more than I bargained for. One of the tourists in the Square claimed he actually saw the suspect earlier today. He recognized the Calendar immediately and confronted the thief. Says there was quite a racket.
But did he mean a fight of the thing you hit balls with? Stupidly, I forgot to ask. Then I noticed a brochure on the ground. It was for the Annual Stolen Calendar Convention. In Iceland, of all places. On second thought, what better spot for a show of hot goods?
Reykjavik, Iceland
Thursday, 3:30 A.M.
Forget the convention. It sounded dull anyways. I didn't have to go any further than the airport. A porter saw a suspicious person pushing a very large round black case. Bingo! What else could that be? The world's biggest yo-yo? The porter also noticed something dangling from this person's neck. Could have been a tie or a necklace.
Learned something else too. Since Reykjavik is on the southwestern coast of this island, it gets pretty cold. So they heat some of the houses with water from nearby hot springs. Pretty interesting. Eventually, the suspect must have gotten another plane. But the porter couldn't recall which one. "Why don't you ask at the information desk" The porter suggested.
"He probably stopped there first." I did--but the clerk didn't remember seeing anyone suspicious. Still, there were only two places someone could have gone at that hour. New York--or Kigali in Africa. For me, the choice was easy. I was getting hungry. And would much rather eat a hot dog than a rhino sandwich.
New York City, U.S.A
Thursday 4:30 A.M.
I think this case is getting to me. Why do I keep seeing someone in a wide-brimmed hat in every reflection? Can't shake the feeling that I'm being followed. And not by a hat salesman either. Spooky, Anyway, I finally wound up at South Street Seaport. It's at the lower tip of Manhattan. The taxi driver says the area was once underwater and that the Seaport was built on landfill from the rest of the city. Fascinating, but not too helpful. Then she remembered taking someone down to the Seaport this morning from the airport.
The passenger tried to pay in kronur. That's the currency of Iceland, so I know I'm on the right track. I wandered around the tall ships for awhile. At first, nothing turned up. Then, I stopped to get that hot dog I'd been craving, and....wham! Stumbled on a lead. IT seems that a person with a hat and a shifty expression had been asking all around for directions to the library. I'm on my way.
.....To Be Continued.....
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