The New York Times reports on a Da Vinci Code-esque scavenger hunt built in hidden riddles, poems and numberless secret doors and drawers by architectural designer Eric Clough in a 4,200-square-foot Fifth Avenue apartment once owned by Marjorie Merriweather Post. It was only accidentally discovered by Clouch’s clients, and the puzzle took them weeks to solve.
In any case, the finale involved, in part, removing decorative door knockers from two hallway panels, which fit together to make a crank, which in turn opened hidden panels in a credenza in the dining room, which displayed multiple keys and keyholes, which, when the correct ones were used, yielded drawers containing acrylic letters and a table-size cloth imprinted with the beginnings of a crossword puzzle, the answers to which led to one of the rectangular panels lining the tiny den, which concealed a chamfered magnetic cube, which could be used to open the 24 remaining panels, revealing, in large type, the poem written by Mr. Klinsky.
The giant architectural riddle even came with its own cryptic book and a song performed by a musician whom Clough had fallen in love with. Meanwhile, my apartment came with a mysterious spot on the wall that sometimes trickles a translucent goo. A home-owner’s mystery to be sure, but I think I prefer Mr. Clough’s variety.
Read the whole thing, it’s absolutely wonderful.