The Nightingale's Song
Eldridge, northwest England, autumn 1927. A fog-bound port city of theatres and smoke, where the West End dances by gaslight over a black market of bought silences.
Last night Rosalind Moore — the city's brightest leading lady — triumphed in the premiere of The Silent Ode. This morning the cleaning woman found her dead before her own mirror in Dressing Room D, the back of her head crushed by a single blow. The murder weapon, a metal candelabrum borrowed from the play itself, has vanished. The board wants it quiet. The papers want it loud. And Sergeant Henry, trusting no one in his own precinct, has climbed your stairs at 221B and laid the case in your hands.
A glittering star. A locked world of jealousies, debts and a society no one names. A weapon that walked out of a sealed theatre.
- 🗺️ A clickable city map: twenty doors across four districts — knock on any, but every visit costs time
- 🔍 Investigate scenes Holmes-style: clues hide inside the prose; pin physical evidence and spoken leads to your corkboards
- 🧑🤝🧑 A live suspect board: motives, alibis and suspicion that move as you dig — and witnesses who lie
- ⏱️ Three periods a day, two actions each — the trail cools if you dawdle
- ⚖️ When you're ready, walk into Thames Precinct and make your accusation. Right or wrong, the truth comes out — and gets graded.
A fair-play whodunit: everything you need is findable. Whether you find it is another matter.