Sophie and I have been languishing in this dungeon for nearly a week, no food, the only water what little drips from the cracks in the ceiling. We have seen and heard nothing from our captor since he locked us in here; we have no idea if he was captured or killed attempting to execute his plan to destroy all the Burger Kings on earth. The lack of food is beginning to make us see and hear things that aren’t really there. Or are they?
Angels & Vizslas
Last week, my colleague Sophie solved the puzzle of the Rubik’s Cube in an ingenious fashion; this led us to a secret hatch in the back room of a Parisian McDonald’s. As we descend into the darkness beneath the fast food restaurant, one can only wonder what we will find below …
The Paris Underground
Last week, I delivered the Rubik’s Cube puzzle to Professor Teabing’s colleague, Sophie, the French puzzle champion. Can she solve it where Professor Teabing failed? I can only hope so, or this trip to Paris will have been in vain. Rather than sit around Sophie’s office watching her apply her incredible puzzle-solving skills to the task at hand, I have decided to put on my hat and visit the art object at the center of this entire mystery: The painting of the dogs playing poker.