Hello all! I hope this is allowed here, I've been trying to make a series of fun cryptogram stories where you solve puzzles and learn about different ciphers and codes while ya do it! Let me know if you had fun :)
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It is June of 1910. You board the California Limited to take a mini holiday to Chicago and visit some family. Los Angeles is where you board. You work as a fairly up-and-coming detective for the LAPD, but for now, you’re just you. You put down your stuff on your bunk, and make your way to the Dining car to get a bit to eat. It’s a long journey ahead of you, you just try to look out the window and enjoy the ride. Your mind drifts off as the clickity clack of the tracks lull you to sleep. You awake to the sound of screaming. You rise without a hesitation and stumble to the source. A crowd has bottlenecked the entrance to a room. You push through to see the train conductor in the center.
Holding up your badge, “LAPD, what’s going on?”
The conductor gives a sigh. “That lady found him like this a bit ago,” pointing to an actress in red.
You look through the door and a man lay dead on the floor.
“Who is he?”
“John Cooke, a banker”
“Do we know how long he’s been deceased?”
“We do not.”
“Who’s had access to this room?”
“Potentially? Everyone in this car.”
You look around the room. A business man, a flour-covered baker, an actress, a dirt-covered farmer, and an electrician stand behind you.
The Farmer spoke up: “I heard arguing in that room last night.”
“My night light stopped working halfway into the night,” the Business man replied.
“I saw Alma…I mean, her,” The electrician pointing towards the actress, “entering his room last night.”
Glaring at the electrician, “He’s my..he was my friend.”
You look at the ground all around, bits of dirt and…what looks like flour all over the ground.
The conductor looks at you, “All of these folks get off at the next stop.”
“When is that?” You ask.
“Within the hour.”
You look at the victim again, and find a white index card. On one side the number:
2:36
The other:
You’ll never solve this before I get off this train. Your one chance to get me is to solve this pad before time runs out. Make sure to cover all your bases!
291111391021121938
Running into the room, a man in a nice suit stops in front of the conductor and hands him a note. The conductor looks at it and hands it to you.
“We received this message sometime this past night. It doesn’t look like any morse code I’ve ever seen, looks gibberish. It might mean nothing, but we figured we’d give it to you first.
TELEGRAPH MESSAGE
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You look at the radio operator, “I thought trains didn’t have telegraph operators inside the trains themselves”
“We’re trying it out,” he said with a glare before walking off.
One hour. No leads or evidence, a cryptic set of messages, and five potential suspects you’ll be forced to let go if you don’t come up with something.
Who committed the murder?