It was Valentine’s Day and my girlfriend had dragged me to one of those hotels with all the wacky themed rooms. We checked into the French Chateau room of all places. Hey, I’m as romantic as the next guy but all I really wanted was a little dinner and maybe a show.
I was trying to find something to do while Millie got herself dolled up when there was an urgent knock on the door.
It was the hotel manager.
He told me that someone had bitten into all the chocolates in the joint and put them back into their boxes.
“I’m on it,” I told him as I dashed out the door.
The manager suggested that I question the Hansens in the Chocolate room first.
They had been booking this room for the past ten years. Maybe licking the walls of their room wasn’t enough for them this year.
When I asked them about the bitten chocolates, Mrs. Hansen put her hand over her heart and said, “That is bad chocolate etiquette.” I could tell she was a little insulted.
Mr. Hansen told me the Rosenbaums have been begging to let them have the Chocolate room for years.
“They’re in the Rose room,” he said. “You get it, the Rosenbaums in the Rose room?”
I got it alright. Maybe the Rosenbaums were framing the Hansens. Maybe they bit into all the chocolates knowing that the Hansens would be the prime suspects.
I was still halfway down the hall when I could Mrs. Rosenbaum’s distinctive Long Island accent, yelling at her husband. Mr. Rosenbaum opened the door with a yank. When I asked him about the chocolates he just laughed and turned to his wife and said, “Margie they’re on to yah.” When she heard that, another screaming match ensued and I slipped away without them even noticing.
Suddenly, I heard a woman’s scream coming from a nearby room. I kicked in the door and found a young couple jumping on their bed, howling like wild animals.
“You okay miss?” I asked. But before I knew it her boyfriend took a swing at me with a huge wooden club. I took the run-out and slammed the door. I guess that’s the norm in the Caveman room.
I made my way to the storeroom where they kept the chocolate. I opened a box and noticed that not a single one had been bitten into. I turned to leave but the door slammed shut in my face and locked.
Trapped like [a] rat with no way out!
I decided to take the bait and commit the crime I’d been asked to solve.
About an hour later the door swung open.
I dashed back to my room. Millie would be wondering where I was. There was a note on the door that read, “Go to the veranda.”
Now that’s more like it, I thought.
I opened the door to the veranda and found that Millie had set up a romantic dinner for two. The hotel manager and Millie had set me up. It was a dirty trick but at least I knew this dame wasn’t out to poison me.