Investigator Lennington stepped out of his black and yellow taxi in front of the Prime Minister’s building and gave the expenses to the chauffeur. He did have a Rolls-Royce; but he used taxis to get around so it wouldn’t arouse suspicion from the public. The Prime Minister was patiently standing in front of the building, along with his two heavily armed, bulky bodyguards. He seemed to be radiant with joy amongst all the bored and dull faces around him.
“Good day to you, Investigator Lennington,” The Prime Minister said.
“Same to you, Prime Minister.”
“Oh, please, call me Richard.”
Richard had told Lennington this many times, but Lennington couldn’t get used to calling someone so important and internationally famous by their first name. It seemed rude.
“Come, let us enter the building,” Richard said.
Lennington followed Richard into the building, the Prime Minister’s bodyguards behind him, ready to stop him if he took a sudden, violent action.
Richard looked and felt genial, although the news he was about to explain to Lennington was not good at all. He stopped quite a few meters from his desk.
“The good news is we have caught the asinine who had been stealing plastic bags. At first, we were all perplexed at why a person would steal something quite useless. Then, we found out the price he had been selling them at. 100 pounds per bag. It was quite extraordinary that he managed to sell 32 of them before he was captured. After he was caught, he started blathering about his poor family and how they were in poverty, and all that rubbish. He even tried to act repentant, as if that would let him out of jail. The whole incident still seems rather corny to me.
“The bad news is, we’ve got a new vandal. This one has been stealing diamonds from all over London. We’ve got to stop him, or her, before any real damage is done. I speculate that it was Louis the democratic bureaucrat, as he has been seen in all of the incidents. You must keep an eye on him, although shortly after the accusation, he turned in his resignation form. A stranger has conveyed a letter to me. I will show you the letter:
Prime minister,
I have the diamonds. If you do not pay one million pounds, then all of these diamonds will be sold, including your precious one. I want the check, or else by this afternoon, I will bring you away from your bodyguards, and slowly force you to give the payment, while saying “is my check written, and have you it?” ha ha ha ha!
Secret man
“It has obviously been written in stencil to conceal the handwriting. What thoughts have you on this?”
At this sentence the investigator’s eyes flashed. “The black ink is running out in the pen.”
What, Richard thought, he is supposed to be the best detective and here he is talking about ink!
“May I have your signature, Pri-Richard?”
“May I ask why?”
“To access the library that is only available to people who have your signature.”
“All right.”
He grabbed a slip of paper, pulled out his pen, and signed on it.
“Thank you.”
Lennington climbed up the stairs and entered the library. He searched the rows and columns for anything that could list the criminals in London. He had just found a book when the siren rang.
Dashing down the stairs, he saw Richard yelling, “There he is!” pointing at a man wearing a blazer. The man ran away at top speed, and Lennington and Richards’ bodyguards chased after him. Lennington suddenly stopped, turned around, and traced his way back as fast as he could. Richard was standing, and quickly informed Lennington that his diamond was gone. All had gone as the note, except for the ending, which was impossible because of the bodyguards.
Lennington leapt onto Richard catching him by surprise. He gagged the Prime Minister with a cloth hidden under his sleeve.
“Empty your pockets.”
Richard tried calling his bodyguards back, but the gag made his voice muffled and useless.
“I said empty your pockets!”
Richard did so, and his diamond came rolling out. Lennington searched the desk, drawers, and everything in Richard’s desk, and found around a hundred diamonds. At this time, the bodyguards appeared, along with the fake stealer. They look at Richard on the ground, then Lennington.
“Your great Prime Minister was the real stealer.”
One of the body guards said, “What you say is inconceivable. It’s incredulous.”
“It is true. Check inside his desk.”
Richard managed to spit out the gag and, subdued, said, “ I admit. It is true. I saw my cousin’s collection of diamonds, and wanted something far more than them.”
“As usual, childish reasons. I was hoping you at least would have a better reason.”
The man in the blazer looked up. It was Louis.
“I was searching his desk to see if I could get any proof he was behind it. Then the alarm rang. I had no choice but to run away. Please tell me, what let you onto him?” he said.
Richard began,” It was not by fluke. After I read the letter, he said the same phrase “HAVE YOU”, that was written in the last line of the letter. I also noticed in his signature he had failing black ink like in the letter. Also, if he hadn’t been so impatient as he knew you would come and cause a distraction for him, he would have remembered that I didn’t need a signature. Only my ID card.”
“He used you to deter the security guards so he could act as if his diamond had gone missing.”
“Also, he was smiling throughout the whole incident, as if something good was to happen to him.”
“I even watched him from above. He walked to the cameras, saw you coming, and move near his desk. I also noticed he had stencils on his desk.” He glanced at the desk. The stencils were still on top.
The police arrived, and arrested Richard. “Thank you for your help,” they said.
“My privilege.”
Richard was sent to jail, and his jail mate was someone who was said to have sold plastic bags for 100 pounds, and kept blathering about his family in poverty.
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