deduction my dear Watson

Okay guys, next week William works out who done it, so do you know who it is? well here is this weeks instalment.

Chapter7

The thick cloud of mist was sitting in the streets of London, while the cars were moving around with there head lights glimmering in the darkness. Several shop signs were glowing among the street lamps, which dotted the pavements, as the smells of chips, burgers and something else which couldn’t quite be made out [but that’s very probably for your own good]. There were some people milling around out side the chip shop, while the night grew steadily on. Just then a sports car came down the road at breakneck speed, everyone stared as it whizzed past the chip shop, then hurtled down Baker Street and out of sight. William was crossing the road outside his house when the car came roaring down the road towards him. It was an Aston martin MKIII, which William strangely recognized. Then the police car followed. It was going equally fast to try and keep up with the speeding Aston. As they both whizzed past, William looked in thought the window of the Aston martin as it zoomed past him at what seemed to be 130mph[ oddly enough because it was going at 130mph.]. The car how either was going too quickly for William to look at the driver clearly enough. It was then that both of the cars went past William, and down the rest of Baker Street, before turning the bend in to Ass road, and disappearing in to the night. This is a fairly odd sight to see in most places and William stared as the vehicles hurtled off into the darkness. Then William remembered something that he’d seen only a few days before in the Kew gardens car park. William thought for a bit about the matter and then the answer hit him. William crossed the road and went inside to have his dinner, meat balls and spaghetti. This thought it would appear was another little piece in the quickly growing jigsaw of the mystery.

Chapter8

As the sun shone in though the window, William gazed at his note pad which lay on the desk, trying to work it all out. He knew that one of the crooks was rather short and not that much about the other one [but William didn’t think that they were both kleptomaniacs.]. As William thought, an idea struck him. He had better answer that doorbell. He opened it and there, standing there was the only person that William had ever seen who was dressed in a Mexican poncho, a sombrero and two cans of beans were sticking out from the large carrier bag which was tucked under his arm. The sales man also seemed rather short which could have been because of the bag which looked very heavy. ‘Ah, hola my amigo, this is a good morning I’m thinking is it not?’ William could tell he was a faker, he had an Irish accent. ‘Would you fancy some nice Mexican beans,’ he said puling out a can. ‘Or perhaps a gnome wearing a sombrero, maybe a Mexican herring’ he said, taking a rather smelly fish out the bag. William thought there might be something fishy here, or it could just be a red herring ‘a toilet brush which plays maraca music when used, or maybe a set of maraca that can make toilet sounds when shaken, perhaps a Mexican upside down cake.’ William didn’t know the difference between a Mexican upside down cake or other wise. ‘You might prefer a Mexican food processor with twenty nine different blades, some Mexican food which has been processed in twenty nine different ways or what may take your fancy is this lovely new statue of liberty made in Mexico.’ William read the bottom,

Made in china. ’you naughty little statue,’ said the sales man ‘you should by made in Mexico, you’s not very good.’ ‘No thank you’ said William ’good day.’ and he closed the door. Bing bong. Door bell again. ‘Hola, could I interest you in a statue?’ William read the bottom. Made in Mexico. ‘No thank you’ said William, and closed the door again. Now, were was he? Ah, yes, one crook was rather short and, just then William had a thought. Maybe this short crook wasn’t to far away.