My husband left me this strange suicide letter! He was writing a paper worth a fortune but he hid it somewhere.
" edith. i'm not going to whine, i've had a good life. i've found wealth and happiness as a teacher, a seller of knowledge. but i find myself depressed beyond hope...and so i'm choosing the hour and manner of my own demise. i have treated you badly. i demanded you dyed your brown curls blonde. i thought i could buy you when i should have won your love. i called you a witch. i'd complain : where's the woman i married? i said you ate too much. if i wanted change, i could have used a carrot rather than a stick. you probably wanted to wring my neck. forgive me. farewell."
First of all, your husband wrote this in all lower case and he was a world famous linguist, so surely this is no mistake.
He also used a number of homophones. If you translate them, they say "wine cellar our manor"
Mrs. Nettleston entered the detectives office one morning explaining the her husband's suicide letter and how her husband was working on a big paper that he'd hidden somewhere.
How big is your ring?
Before we look for the paper I have one last question
8 karats, Edgar wouldn't stop talking about it.
Mrs. Nettleston gave the detective the letter and he read it carefully...
You're the killer.
The detective was very clever and noticed many clues in the letter.
A few hours later the later the detective and Mrs. Nettleston head to the wine cellar in her home.
The detective had then figured out the rest of the clues...