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James Campbell

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When Dr Alastair Cameron-Strange meets Alan Bletchley during a hectic shift in the emergency department, he believes he has discovered a violent terrorist threat hidden within an obscure cryptic crossword. Facing ridicule from his peers, Cameron-Strange takes matters into his own hands and embarks on a personal mission which leads him to the far north-west of Scotland and the edge of insanity. It is now a race against time, to tease out the cryptic clues and cut the puzzle short. Everything must click into place.
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263 printed pages
Original publication
2015
Publication year
2015
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  • Ирина Осипенкоhas quoted4 years ago
    And all the while the information was available, if only I had known who to ask.
  • Ирина Осипенкоhas quoted4 years ago
    He sat down again and gave me a mischievous smile. ‘You see. You can always get it down to the last two.’

    I had to laugh. I suppose in my own undergraduate and postgraduate career I must have trawled my way through tens of thousands of five-stemmed posers. I always thought of MCQ exams as surreal experiences. For a couple of hours you inhabited a world of falsehood. Your mission was to discover the truth by discarding the lie. But the lies outnumbered the truth by four to one. Hence you were in a world of treachery and deceit. It was like being in the hall of mirrors at a fun fair. It was a vertiginous world of altered perspective. After a while your sense of judgment and balance became clouded. Occasionally a question would be thrown in that turned the game on its head. Four truths and one lie. Double negatives. A nightmare for the migraineur. You would forget the nature of your mission. Why am I here? What am I trying to find out?

    After I left Med School and embarked on a career I kept thinking a five-stem poser would crop up in reality. But I never found one. Maybe I had an urge for over-simplification. I inhabited a two – or at most a three – dimensional world. Do this. Do that. Do nothing. My world was the world of the Monty Hall problem. Stick with your decision or change your mind. I put it to Stobo that in the real world there was no such thing as – what would you call it? – a ‘quinlemma’.

    ‘A quincunx.’ It was a strange word. Quincunx. It was the number five as it is depicted on a playing card, with four symbols delineating a rectangle, and a fifth placed at the intersection of the diagonals. It was a beautiful word. It sounded to me like a taboo word, a luscious, fulsomely erotic Elizabethan word denoting the female sexual apparatus. I gathered he had attributed it with a special meaning. I put it to him that The Bottom Line was a kind of quincunx. A. Aramoana B. Hoddle St C. Columbine D. Dunblane E… … .? Did he know of any others?
  • Ирина Осипенкоhas quoted4 years ago
    Somebody had written me a letter. How unusual to see the handwritten name and address on the sealed blue envelope. I opened it with curiosity.

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