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cleared Harry sat there staring silently at the wall above, which hung the picture of his great grandfather swinging silently. He slowly looked up looking straight into the picture’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Slowly he altered his gaze around the room sadly looking and wishing for the walls once more to be filled with the hanging paintings and jewelry. His thoughts got interrupted when detective venesa came stumbling into the room. She held out her palm and beckoned him to look at what lay inside. Inside lay a single deck of cards in between the cards lay a piece of tape. The tape was stuck to the king of diamonds, and a little picture was stuck there of a maid that was pointing to the king and smiling. She was also holding a bucket of jewels. Harry immediately stood up knocking the chair behind him down. “So,” he said, “they didn’t just take the jewels from my great grandfather. They’re planning to use them. If I ever get my hands on that thief, I’ll throw him in jail myself.” “Have you found out where that thief is hiding?” “Not yet” replied the detective,” this is the only lead we’ve got”. “Do you think we’ll find them?” asked Harry. “Of course,” said the detective. “I’ve never failed a case yet, I’ll have you know!” she replied hotly. “All I’m going to say is that we better recover all of it,” Harry said. “You have no idea how much money some of that stuff is worth.” “Nope,” said the detective, “but I plan to find out soon enough.” “Wait a minute, did your grandfather have any other valuables hidden else where in the house or in any of the surrounding houses?” “Yes,” replied Harry, “I believe so.” “I know he had some in the store room and the hen house. Most of the stuff that was in the store room was moved from here to there so that we could use this room for the party.” “I see,” said the detective. “I’d better get going…. wait one last thing before I go. Could you possibly tell me of any secret passages or doors or even a secret safe that I should know about?” “Not that I can think of, I don’t even know if he has any. He sure never showed me any,” Harry said. But you best be going to search for any other clues, before the sun sets.” “Yes I suppose so,” murmured the detective. “First we’ll search the store room and then the hen house,” Harry continued “and if the thief is still some where on the site and you happen to catch him. Come and tell me right away,” but she was gone. Harry sat back down and waited for her to return. An hour later the detective came scrambling in. She steadied herself and asked, “who was in the storeroom during the party?” “The orchestra group and my care taker,” Harry replied quickly. “What were their names?” the detective asked. “Jeff, Jim, Carter, and Joe, that’s the orchestra group and my caretaker’s name is Emila.” “Before you ask another question, Jeff plays the violin, Jim the viola, Carter the cello, and Joe the bass.” “Who moved all of the expensive things from your house to the store room for the party?” the detective asked. “My caretaker Emila put the stuff in the safe there,” Harry said. “Well did any one else have a key to the safe?” “No” said Harry. “Was the safe opened by key or pick?” “Yes,” said Harry. “You might just want to look at what I found,” the detective said. She held out a piece of rosin. Harry grabbed it and flipped it over. On the back wrote in pure desperation was a name written in blood, then he gasped at the name for it was….