It was a normal day in the San Fransisco Central Police Station. This station was one one of great respect for inside sat a man, with extremely good looking hair. They were real, as had been mistaken for fake ones by many. He had what was called the famous "Mustache of San Fransisco" and a very handsome side burn. He was Sir Benjamin Franklin (not the one related to American Independence). He had undone the most mind bending and tongue twisting criminal cases of all times. With him sat I, his companion, still learning, David, who, "had the potential but did not use it."
During the afternoon shift, we received a letter, addressed to Ben. Inside lay a note which ran as follows:
"You think you are too smart Benjamin! I must then tell you that I am behing the "13 Opal Robbery" as you call it back there. My name is Micheal Bradshaw. I challenge you to identify and arrest me before I leave this town a single day from now. As a clue or more approporaitely a lead, I have left a photograph of my camera. COme and find me! I'm pretty sure that your fake hair shall fall off in the quest. (A maniacal laugh) Haha!"
"This is outrageous!", I said.
"This must be handled quickly" he replied. "And carefully.", he added.
We at once set to the trail given to us by this mysterious man. This case seemed to affect Ben adversely. Very unusually, we acquired the address of a Micheal Bradshaw through inquiries from the camera company and FBI archives. We then set straight for the appartment. It's doors were unlocked. We went in with our guns drawn but most unusually again, the flat was unfurnished. At the center of the empty hall, lay a small chest. We examined it. It was locked by a metal lining, unbreakable without the correct tools.
"Unbreakable." said Ben. "If you were some half-crack maniac like Micheal Bradshaw, where would you hide the key?"
"In my pocket?" I replied though my reply was more of a question than an answer.
"No. A key has to be in a lock. Though not it's lock necessarily", he said and retrieved a key from the interlock on the inside of the main door. With it he carefully unlocked the chest and even more carefully he recovered it's contents. It was just a simple passport placed squarely in it.
"We must call the fingerprint men!" was my immediate reaction.
"Our man is too clever for that", he said. "Let this be with me. I'll inspect it" He bent down and picked up the discovery. Just then a thousand dollar bill fell down from within it. He carefully replaced it in the passport. It was dark outside by now and we decided that it would be the best to return home and ponder. It seemed too strange the whole thing.
Next morning, I ordered a few police men to accompany me. We went straight to the airport and reached there just in time for the first international flight. And there he was. Ben was walking down the aisle, a free man, in the middle of nowhere. I held him by his arm and answered the confused expression on his face. " You know, I have figured it out. Micheal Bradshaw is someone who can really challenge you. But the problem is that there is only one man that can challenge you. It is you yourself. And here you are thinking you have confused us enough for you to escape!"
Ben merely smiled, "How?" he asked.
I proudly replied - " You have fake hair! Just as the letter said you did! I noticed the fact when you bent to pickup the passport and the cash fell out. You seemed to know beforehand where the key was. You did know it! And you took the passport not to observe it in special light, but to escape! You committed the 13 Opal Robbery! You are Micheal Bradshaw!"
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