I am home for the summer and was rummaging through some old folders and found a short piece I wrote when I was 13. I wrote it for Giovanna when she was feeling under the weather. It’s terrible!!!! FT
Chapter 1: A New Case
Hello. I know we’ve met before, but I won’t mind introducing myself again. My name is Giovanna, amateur detective extraordinaire. I have an amazing tale to tell you. Early Monday morning while having a cup of extra whipped, chocolate mocha latte, I received word to fly to London to solve a case. It seems a prize winning pie had gone missing from the home of a millionaire couple, Mr. and Mrs. Cash (and, no Mr. Cash’s first name was not Johnny). Why they called for me, I don’t know, especially since I live halfway across the world. But, then again, I am a detective, so why not? A good detective I might add……
Chapter 2: Arrival
My plane ride was boring except for the turbulence, but I was excited when I got to the scene. Mr. Cash and his wife invited me to stay with them while I solved the mystery. They showed me to my bedroom. It was incredible. There were priceless works of art all over the walls. The famous bridge painting by Monet that I think is titled “That Famous Bridge Painting by Monet, many Van Goghs, and “The Great Masturbator” by Salvador Dali. It was like sleeping in an art museum. I know that from experience. The bed was twice the size of two king beds, and there was a bidet in the bathroom. I just love bidets.
Chapter 3: The Pie
Of course, being in a mansion, a couple is bound to have at least a few servants or maids, but this couple had plenty to spare. Fifteen maids, but only two butlers. The maids also did the cooking, and the butlers did the serving. I asked the maids which of them had baked the pie. It was a bit confusing to figure out which maid was which since they all looked similar; plump, red cheeked and cheery. The woman who baked the pie was the shortest of the maids, just under 5 feet tall. She said her name was Gertrude. She looked distraught knowing that her pie could be in the hands of a criminal.
“The last time I saw the pie was when it was cooling on the windowsill. I went to clean the toilets, and when I came back, the pie was gone.”
I nodded and scribbled some notes down. Now all I had to do was figure out which of the other maids or butlers may have stolen the pie….
Chapter 4: Interrogation
The next morning over a cup of coffee, I questioned every one of the Cash’s staff. The two butlers, Al and Lou, both had plausible alibis. They were at home with their families. I check with their families, and it seemed they were telling the truth. All the maids were at other locations in the house, far away from the windowsill where the pie had been placed to cool. That only left one suspect……Gertrude!
Chapter 5: The Pie Is Filled With Lies
It seems I had been so careless as to overlook a tiny detail that could potentially solve the case. Gertrude claimed she had been cleaning the toilets when the pie was stolen, but when I used the bathroom, I noticed there was still a ring around the toilet. She had lied, and I was determined to find more evidence to prove her guilt.
Chapter 6: The Photo
When I had first arrived at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Cash, they and their entire staff posed for a photo with me to commemorate my visit on the very night the pie had been stolen. After carefully studying the polaroid with a magnifying glass for what seemed like forever, I noticed some crumbs on Gertrude’s face. Gertrude had eaten the prize pie!
Chapter 7: Gertrude’s Arrest
I confronted Gertrude, and she confessed to the crime. Shortly thereafter, a patrolman took her to the local police station, where she was given a life sentence in jail. By using the clues, I solved the case of the missing pie, was rewarded with more sweets, while Gertrude got her just desserts.