Chapter 3
Critical Thinking Q&A
The Killer Apartment
Colin McFee had a Manhattan apartment to die for, an enormously spacious duplex that
looked down on Park Avenue from the 18th and 19th floors. He also had a fortune worth
killing for. So it wasn’t too surprising when the old man was found to be a victim of foul
play. The day of the murder began innocently enough. McFee’s two nephews and his
niece were all visiting him from Duluth and the old millionaire had been so captivated by
the charming trio that he impulsively decided to change his will.
The generous millionaire spent the morning signing the new document which left his
entire estate divided equally among the three vacationing relatives. McFee’s faithful
maid witnessed the document, ushered the lawyer out and, with an uneasy glance at the
shiny-eyed heirs, retreated to her room.
Nothing happened until shortly after noon. The maid was in her upper floor bedroom,
watching TV, when she heard McFee’s unmistakable voice screaming out in pain. For a
few seconds, she was in shock, wondering what her employer’s voice was doing on an old
Columbo episode. And then she realized it wasn’t the TV.
The maid went out into the hall and found Nick, the older nephew, standing at the top of a
rarely used back staircase. fiIt came from downstairs,” Nick stammered.
Pushing past Nick, the maid led the way down the narrow stairs. fiMr. McFee!” she
shouted and a moment later caught a spider web across the face. The back staircase
went directly down to the east library. The dim, wood paneled room was empty except
for the corpse on the floor by the bookshelves. Colin McFee, it seemed, had been hacked
to death, although there was no knife in sight.
The three McFee heirs sat with the maid in the center of the lower level, by the main
staircase, awaiting the police and rehearsing their stories. fiI was in my second floor
bedroom,” Nick said, fiwatching an old murder mystery show. When Uncle Colin
screamed, I didn’t do anything for a minute. Then I went out into the hall. That’s where
I met up with you.” Nick smiled at the maid, his alibi.
fiI was upstairs in the west dining room,” Nora volunteered, fiexamining the old
dumbwaiter. Even though the scream came from downstairs and on the far side of the
apartment, I still heard it. I thought it must be robbers.
So, I barricaded the dining room door and didn’t come out until I heard you all calling
my name.”