“Uncle Kogoro,” Conan said in his innocent voice, “but if he hit himself with that heavy clock, his arm would have to be really long. And the blood spray is all wrong!”
But how did they lock the door from outside? Simple. The lock was clockwork. The killer wound a piece of fishing line around the internal bolt, shut the door, then pulled the line through the keyhole. A dab of vinegar dissolved a small ice plug holding the line in place, leaving no trace. conan detective episodes
The broken clock at 9:15 was a double bluff. It wasn’t the time of death—it was a clue. The killer wanted us to think the lawyer died then. But the real time of death was 8:45, when the power first flickered. The killer moved the clock’s hands to 9:15 to frame the other heirs who had alibis for that later time. “Uncle Kogoro,” Conan said in his innocent voice,
“This was not a suicide. It was a murder designed to look like a locked-room mystery. The killer used the one thing this house is full of: time.” The lock was clockwork
As Reiko was led away in handcuffs, the rain stopped. Moonlight broke through the clouds.
“Everyone, be quiet! The sleeping Kogoro Mori will now reveal the truth.”