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.

So who did it then?

So, who do you think has done it then? The head gardener, the car expert or Sara Bothering? Here's the next instalment of The mystery at Kew gardens.

Chapter 5

William was feeling bored. This latest idea of his to join the R.H.S. was turning out to be rather boring.

So far, Sara Botheringam announced that she had an idea for a very big garden and had stared a public funding for it. The secretary, a rather short kind of person with large spectacles, declared that the tire tracks would make very good flower beds which everyone liked the idea of except Sara who commented that

 ‘you can only have a flower bed if it’s properly dug! Flower beds can’t just be put were there’s a hole.’

At that moment everyone who had their hands up stared, then hastily put them down again. There was then silence as the head gardener got up and complained about the weeds. Everyone listened closely as he said that a new kind of weed killer should be made so it didn’t kill the flowers. Farther discussions continued on whether it would be easier to make a vaccine for the chosen plants instead, so you could use normal weed killer instead. This developed in to an animated discussion with both sides firing plant seeds, pencils and paper clips at each other the ‘conversation’ was brought to close when the weed killer expert said that if they didn’t be quiet he wouldn’t make either for them.

Then the two hours of meeting finished and everyone departed quickly. William went home and had a quick thinking session in the bath tub. Why did the head gardener want new weed killer could that have something to do with the vandalism? Or perhaps the bank? Ether way, William still had quite some investigating to do. He was just getting out of the bath when he remembered something that could stop simple things from happening right now, before his very eyes. He yawned, reached in to the bath tub and pulled out his rubber duck.

Chapter6

The time was 05:30 and William was quite happily asleep when the phone rang. William yawned and then picked up the receiver. In an instant a long stream of shouts vibrated thought the ear piece and William nearly fell over backwards and he tried to make sense of the screaming which was shooting down the wire at what seamed to be 2000 miles an hour. Translated from its less understandable form, the message was that more tyre tracks had appeared and in the flowerer beds there was a great big hole. It would also appear that this was a problem. When William got there, he discovered that there was [funnily another] a very big hole in the flowerer beds, just were the mud had been yesterday. William stared at the hole, it was about 3’ by 2’ and fairly deep. Everyone was there, the head gardener, Sara Botheringam, the car expert and the chief inspector. Everyone was looking fairly shocked except Sara who was looking rather faint. The new tyre tracks were the same as before but this time they didn’t go to the bed but stopped 10 feet away. William examined the ground quite closely. It was then that he noticed there where slight dimples on the grass, on closer examination, they turned out to be foot prints and, every now and then, there was a large, rectangle muddy patch on the grass next to the foot prints. The tyre tracks were a bit odd though, because right at the end was a dip and there were some more foot prints on the grass were the car had to be pushed out of the mud again. Then it started raining and the little droplets began to fall in to the hole and before to long, there was a little puddle at the bottom of the hole. The head gardener picked up his wheel barrow and walked off whistling happily all though not all that tunefully. Then William had a thought that made his blood run cold just to think of it. It was half past twelve and he haden’t had lunch yet.

So who made the marks?

Okay fellows, William is back again. So who made the marks? Who nicked the money? Who are the crooks? Find out a little more this week.

Chapter3

The car expert took a step forward and told everyone in a most superior manner, ‘It would appear that the mysterious vehicle in question is the cause of a very mysterious matter. And because it’s a mystery, it must be stated that, in the most intrepid investigations, expectations, examinations

 And exaltations of the highest inspections, that we can expect that it in short, can or, on the other hand of events and extents of the peculiar events that it can be explained in short hand or in long of later that perhaps or perhaps not which can explained be placing the inverted or negative position the latter be explained that the mysterious vehicle in question is now no longer a mystery because by examinations of the car tracks, it can understood that the vehicle is in the size between a lorry and a smart car!’

‘Bravo’ said a rather stout gardener ‘I like a good comedian I do.’ Everyone stared at the car expert who seamed slightly deflated at this latest remark.

 ‘Thank you for this latest addition to the investigations,’ said William ‘but, with out wishing to sound rude, unnecessary anyone who knows that there were no larger vehicles common in Britain than the lorry and it’s most unlikely that the cause for the tyre marks was a monster truck as it would not need pushing out of the mud over there by the roses, and no one needs telling it wasn’t smaller than a smart car as there are no cars which are smaller in Brittan.’ Everyone stared [again].

‘See’ announced the chief inspector to everyone ‘I told you he was a good one, I always knew, ever since I saw his business card I knew it!’

‘Hang on!’ shouted the head gardener ‘something’s up with the roses.’ Just where you would expect there to be some pretty little flowers there was [drum roll please] some pretty little flowers. The gardener’s mouth dropped, everyone stared and Sara Botheringam fainted. But it wasn’t the flowers that were the problem. Because, on closer inspection, just around the roses something could be noticed. It wasn’t all that obvious, but, William still noticed it. It was a load of raised mud, going around a small piece of the bed. Also William noticed in the mud next to the foot prints was something else. A set of slightly smaller foot prints, imprinted in the mud.  

Chaptre4

Night was coming in now. The trees, with their fresh, green leaves of spring, were now mere silhouettes

against the darkening sky. William watched as everyone left, the chief inspector got in his squad car, the head gardener got in his rather small Daewoo Matiz, Sara staggered [she has just fainted remember.] into her very muddy Aston martin DB5. It was a good job that a policeman hadn’t seen it, as the number plate was liberally coved with mud. Just then, there was a blood curdling scream from the car park. There was the car expert pointing at his car. His car was an immaculately clean Aston Martin MKIII [except for the parking ticket]. But there was something missing. To be exact it those very pretty little wings on the front which come with all Astons. William stared at the car, then at the expert who had gone a strangely pale. This mystery was getting more mysterious by the moment. William thought it would be best to check his notes.

Could the head gardener of done it? He could want to be paid more for fixing up the lawn and he did spot the mud in the rose bush.

Car expert? Perhaps he did it and removed the wings from the Aston hoping that it would cover something up.

Sara Botheringam? Probably not. That faint was pretty dramatic. But, then again just think back to Alex Walker [who wanted a detective to cover up that he robbed his own bank].

  The next day, William looked over the list a few times and thought hard about the matter. He knew that at least one of them had done it. The only problem was that they were all quite tall. [All those people who remember the first chapter will know why this is important.] Just then, William was struck by a thought, did this person have to be 5 foot tall?
 To be continued.

Sherlock Foxy

Once upon a time, my little brother got a toy fox which he named Mister Foxy  and "Après moi le déluge". This was followed by a long succession of foxes. Now, his third fox, which he named William, turned up one day wearing an Action man vest [a bit on the large side] and he then became an adventures fox who solved a few crimes [from a manger who Robbed his own bank to a mayor who ran a Swiss roll factory under the Lake Geneva and Lord Bukhurst who pulled the most profitable insuring scam by robbing a Rolls Royce that he didn't even have.] these where produced as comic books but now we've gone one further and wrote a short story. So here is the first William the detective short story. [Sorry about any spelling and grammar mistakes] plus you will also get two chapters a week. So here is 

 The 

          

                               At                 KEW GARDENS!

A William the detective novel.

By Arthur Shingler

Prologue

Once upon a time [lots of great stories start like that] just in front of a bank, not so far away from the M1, a car was parked. It was an Austin Healy, waiting in the darkness, for something to happen. It was a dark night in London, the street would have been completely black if it wasn’t for the street lamps that glowed orange in the empty streets. Then, all of a sudden, a shadowy figure came rushing out of the bank towards the car park.  Behind the Austin, four police men were waiting [just for those people who aren’t all that good at deduction, the guy who came running out of the bank was the crook.] the police men waited. And waited. And waited a bit more. Just then, a Jaguar XF came whizzing past with a shadowy figure behind the wheel. They had got the wrong car. On the seat beside him, was the large suitcase.

Chapter 1

As the sun poured in though the large window, that faced on to Baker Street, William Foxy sat in his chair, pondering over the new mystery that lay on his desk. Quite simply, a robber drove up in an old Austin and went in to the bank. Meanwhile, the police had got a tip off and so were hiding behind the Austin. The robber then came out of the bank with the money and ran into the car park,

The only problem arose when it was discovered that the Austin was only a decoy and the robber in question had got away in a brand new Jaguar XF. The Chief inspector sat on the other side of the desk looking rather sheepish. It is a very well known fact that police officers aren’t very happy when they have thought of a plan to catch a crook and yet he gets away from right under their noses.

‘Well’ said the police man at last, ’who dun’ it?’

‘It would appear’ commented William ‘that “who” has got away with it ‘Chiefy’.’ [Informal expression.] ‘but what I can deduce is that it took two people to do the robbery because two cars went missing from Dublin motors two days ago, a battered old Austin which wasn’t worth all that much and a Jaguar XF, 2013 reg’, which was. Now one person can’t drive two cars to London from Dublin in such a short time. What we can also work out is that the robber who didn’t go in to the bank is less than five foot. You say that you only saw one person?’

‘Yes.’ replied the Chief inspector.

’Well there you go, the other one must have been lying on the back seats when the car passed you. It can also be noted that the pair were probably in financial trouble and that’s why they just took a small quantity of the money. The only other thing which can be deduced is that this person strategically planned the bank job. This can be stated because it is just next to the M1 which is a jolly fast motor way and is connected to the A 50 slightly higher up the country and so means that they could have got to just about anywhere else in the country. So Chief Inspector’ said William. ‘Have you got any further comments about the matter then?’ William looked across the desk at the chief, who appeared to be a little bit on the pale side thought William to himself, looking at the figure across the desk from him. At length, the policeman opened his mouth a few times before saying in a rather distressed tone of voice, which seemed to remind William of somebody who has been told that their car is going to be blown up,

 ‘Oh dear.’

Chapter2

For the next few days, William thought rather hard over the mystery. The main problem was that there weren’t any obvious suspects that William could think of [which is actually a bit of a problem.] it was during one of these thinking spells that he received a phone call from the R.H.S. it was a rather distraught voice on the other end of the phone.

‘Don’t panic, don’t panic. I need a detective.

‘Yes,’ said William ‘William the detective here.’

‘It’s at Kew gardens’ informed the voice’ it’s disgraceful, it’s appalling. Come and investigate right away please.’

‘Okay,’ said William ‘what needs investigating just out of interest?’

‘It’s a case of serious vandalism. Do come at once please Mister William.’ and then hung up. ‘Oh’ said William starring at the phone. This seemed a pretty odd case as well. First the missing cars then the bank job and now, of all the peculiar things, a

“Disgraceful” and “appalling” vandalism in Kew gardens.

When William got there, he found out what the “serious case of vandalism” was. Now William knew that you weren’t meant to take scooters in to Kew gardens, but here there wasn’t a small, single little line. Instead, there were two, long, fat tyre tracks, going in a nice neat straight line which stopped next to a large flower bed and then turned round, making a very pretty pattern in the lawn, before coming back to the path and disappearing out of the gate again. They seamed to be quite deep and William almost thought they were flower beds. William was about to comment on this but thought he’d better not. With him was the person on the phone, Sara Botheringam, the chief inspector, the head gardener [known by everyone as Bob.] and a car expert to help them find out what sought of car it was. William could find some things out it wasn’t a 4 wheel drive because, imprinted in the mud were a load of foot prints, which meant that someone had had to get out and push. Was the population of British criminals going in to over drive? Or perhaps not.

More dinosaurs!

Now, here is my other island just off the coast Japan. I had to go to this island, because the other one was taken other by my own dinosaurs [see Jurassic Park]. Actually, it's just the zoo again. [But they still look very good.]

who's a pretty boy then?

ROBOT BATTLES

Once upon a time, many months ago, we built two Knex robots. Okay, they aren't real robots, but they can     move backwards and forwards. Any way, we designed them with sumo resoling in mind. The idea was that we would drive them at each over and see who's pushed who's. Not that it really matted, it turned out that neither could push either.[ But at least they both look good.]

Go Go snails!

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Hello and welcome to the Great Britain and Northern Ireland [plus any other country's if they fancy.] snail race. And now they're away [1].

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And it's number 7 who takes an early lead [2].

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But wait a second, number 6 is taking a wrong turning [3]!

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And now number 6 has just noticed his mistake [4] and is turning around [5].





But it's number 7 who takes the  grand prize![6]

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