I like a mystery without dead bodies.
If you read some of these here mystery books, you'd pick up lots of pointers for that job of yours.
Was that where he planned to meet the mystery person?
And the mystery is still unsolved.
But since this mystery is of such a nature that nobody can know or use it unless he be prepared by long and diligent self-purification, not everyone can hope to attain it quickly.
"I don't know what they dug up but what I found is a bit of a mystery," Fred answered as he began to poke in the refrigerator.
I might as well go back to my mystery novels.
"We got a real live mystery on our hands," Fred said.
Why anyone would cultivate that nasty habit is a mystery to me.
How he expected to achieve that by feigning interest in the goats was a mystery, but at least he cared enough to make an effort.
Hence we have a secondary aim, that of preparing our members as much as possible to reform their hearts, to purify and enlighten their minds, by means handed on to us by tradition from those who have striven to attain this mystery, and thereby to render them capable of receiving it.
A real live mystery, even if it's probably only a fender-bender auto case.
Fred couldn't resist a mystery and here was a riddle on-site.
It was the mystery surrounding the family that kept her mind occupied – and Yancey.
Then the hunter came forward and stood in their midst, and the mystery was solved.
By day, the mystery lurked in every look exchanged between Sarah and Giddon.
"It's like a real mystery!" she exclaimed when they paused.
It's sort of a mystery, isn't it?
Goats are a mystery to him - not to mention an embarrassment.
If he's looking for a mystery, he's sure got one now!
Where he'd been the last month was a mystery, but he was here now — and for some reason, what he was saying made her feel better.
Fred, who could find a mystery in a grilled cheese sandwich, hardly stirred.
These lend a pleasing mystery to the bottom.
It was no mystery to her why Dusty would want her, though she couldn't help but feel disappointed.
"Who are Rita and Tamara?" he asked, thereby identifying his mystery amour.
Maybe that Ridley Pearson mystery I'm working on and a tooth brush.
The author of mystery books likes to use the technique of allusion in her writing to help the readers solve the cases.
I'm beginning to think you like a mystery as much as Fred!
It was bits and pieces of a telephone conversation with a mystery person.
It was a total mystery to her why Len and Howard couldn't light a fire in her the way Yancey did.
But the fact that some present-day person was trying to stop them from finding any answers somehow made the mystery more intriguing.
David was knee deep in a can't-put-down-able James Lee Burke mystery, while Cynthia plodded through her zillion-page saga, a real flower-presser in Dean's mind.
Surprisingly, Fred O'Connor, arch fan of any hint of mystery, remained uninterested in the Donald Ryland-Edith Shipton-Jerome Shipton triangle.
Fred, it looks like you've got yourself a real mystery this time.
Like any good mystery novel detective, he'd bide his time.
He felt little concern, however; let the old man read about a real mystery instead of his fictional sleuth stories.
Fred prattled on about a mystery where something similar had occurred but Dean paid him no attention as he glanced through the newspaper.
When Dean returned to Collingswood Avenue, Fred was knee-deep in either his notes or another mystery novel, Dean didn't notice which.
How much was a mystery even to her, but that didn't matter.
I was compelled to evade her question, for I could not explain to her the mystery of a self-existent being.
But first, I must protect myself from the worthless snapping hounds of police before I search out this mystery clairvoyant.
Fred, age seventy-six, was quick to embrace any hint of mystery and attach it to the most common everyday happening.
Not Henry Whitcomb-vivid, Dean added quickly, referring to his involvement in a strange mystery before they married.
I think part of the appeal when I first met him was the mystery – and his confidence.
Fred, you ought to write your mystery books, not just read them.
The important mystery mentioned by the Rhetor, though it aroused his curiosity, did not seem to him essential, and the second aim, that of purifying and regenerating himself, did not much interest him because at that moment he felt with delight that he was already perfectly cured of his former faults and was ready for all that was good.
"Only in your mystery stories, not in Parkside," Dean answered disgustedly.
Fred's life was a mystery in some respects but he was honest and his report of Cynthia after Shipton's fall was certainly not a fabrication.
Six months without a mystery and I'm still in top form.
Fred, remembering historical items from an earlier mystery in which he and his stepson were involved, jumped at the offer.
The most solemn mystery in the world continued its course.