A Test of Wits

A rectangular caddy of trivia cards rested within the low shadows beneath the coffee table, flanked by stacked magazines. A test of wits... every suspense classic demands one. I stalked across the polished floorboards, calculating the perimeter before slipping into the shelf's recessed gloom. Decisive action was required. Raising my left hand, I worked the flat edge of my knife beneath the foremost card, leveraging it upward with a slow, deliberate pry. The card tilted into the morning light, exposing a printed query on classic cinema villains. I froze, brick phone held close to my ribs, silently solving the riddle before the scene could change.