A Seven Minute Mystery: Mystery on the Highway
Here is another Seven Minute Mystery. These are quick mystery scenarios designed to exercise your cranium juices. No Google. No Internet search. No Wikipedia. Just you and your cranium. Give yourself only seven minutes to read each one and solve it. The answer will be in a future post.
The clock’s ticking . . .
When Inspector Neidermeyer slammed on the brakes, Dr. Wells would have been pitched through the windshield but for his seat belt. The reason for the inspector’s sudden stop was horribly evident. A red sports car had come racing around the hair-pin turn on the mountain road ahead. Out of control, the car had crashed through the guardrail.
The impact didn’t stop the car, but it flung the driver straight up. He seemed to hang in the air a moment before plunging out of sight. Wells and the Inspector scrambled down the two hundred-foot cliff. The driver’s body was a shattered mass of broken bones and blood.
About one hundred feet beyond, the sports car lay on its side, a total wreck.
“Strange,” muttered the Inspector, pointing to the seat belt, obviously unused, which lay in the fresh blood that covered the driver’s bucket seat.
“I doubt that even a seat belt could have saved his life,” said Wells.
“I’d better telephone the state police,” said the Inspector. “It looks like one more traffic fatality for the year. Do you think he fell asleep at the wheel?”
“No,” said Wells. “He was murdered.”
QUESTION: Why murder?