As the clock struck twelve,
In came a call,
A voice,
Sounding rather appalled.
\"Detective. your help\'s needed!\"
She said,
\"Somebody stole my jewellery,
When I wan in bed!\"
\"There\'s no need to worry, ma\'am\"
Said the detective.
\"No case goes unsolved,
When Detective Duncan inspects it!\"
He put on his lucky brown jacket,
And his pitch black pointy shoes,
His head high, he left the house.
He was sure he could solve the case, no issues.
He rushed down the street,
Took two lefts, and a right,
To reach a rather huge house,
Which was, of course, Mrs. Wright\'s.
\"Thank God, you\'re here!
Look at my wardrobe!\"
Exclaimed Mrs. Wright, as he entered,
\"Everything\'s stolen, except for my robes!\"
The detective explained, \"The window sill has dirt,
So it hasn\'t been opened, I presume.
It\'s an inside job, I suppose,
I just need to find clues from this room!\"
The Detective roamed around the gigantic room of hers,
Looking around for clues,
Behind the curtain, below the bed.
Across the room he would peruse
Every little thing.
As he probed,
And went through every utensil,
He found a stained glove, inside here pale blue robe.
\"Whose is this, do you happen to know?\"
He asked Mrs. Wright
\"Oh my, that\'s the watchman\'s!
To save us from robbery, he stays up all night!
But for the past few weeks,
He\'s been ill,
And hasn\'t been coming
To work, or the thief would\'ve been caught, he\'s rather skilled!\"
The Detective thought upon it for a while,
And asked, \"Does the watchman happen to have your keys?
\"Oh, yes! Do you think it\'s him?\" Mrs. Wright asked,
He nodded, and said, \"Let me catch him before he flees!\"
He rushed down the street again,
Took t wo rights and went straight ahead,
And reached the watchman\'s house.
\"Mr. Watchman? I\'m here to arrest you\", he shouted, waking him up from his bed.
\"For what, if i may ask you?\" asked the Watchman,
\"For robbery, of course\", announced the detective proudly,
\"On what basis do you say that, Detective?\"
Having to shout out from his balcony.
\"This glove is your, isn\'t it?\", said the Detective,
No one else has the key to Mrs. Wright\'s room!
I found it inside her robe,
While through her room I pruned!\"
\"Oh, no! You\'re mistaken, mister!
This glove used to be mine
But then I gifted it to Mrs. Wright\'s Doctor!
He needed it for surgeries, he lives right besides Hotel Shine!\"
The Detective sighted, and rushed across the street again.
Took two lefts and a right,
Reached the Doctor\'s house,
And announced, panting, \"You have something of Mrs. Wright\'s!\"
The Doctor came out, looking puzzled, and asked,
\"What happened mister? Are you okay?
Why would i thieve?\"
The Detective dexplained his theory of the glove, and said he could arrest him right away.
The Doctor shook his head, and laughed.
\"How could I enter the room without the key?
I did not have it,
The watchman didn\'t give it to me!\"
As the Detective sat there puzzled, the Doctor said,
\"By the way, I suggest you look for her husband!
I sold the glove to him,\'For a thousand!\"
The Detective rushed to Mrs. Wright\'s house again,
And suggested his new theory, accusing her husband of the theft!
\"That\'s rubbish, why would Mr. Wright thieve from his own household?
And besides, him thieving? He\'s not htat deft!
But for your satisfaction,
I will call him,
This theory of yours
Will probably appall him!\"
She dialled his number at once,
And told him to come back home that very moment,\'Within a few minutes, the husband arrived,
Upon hearing the theory, he laughed and said,\"Well, I havent\' stolen it!
But Mrs. Wright, don\'t you remember?
When we went off to donate the other day?
When I decided to give up some off our money to charity,
Didn\'t you give up your jewellery, say?\"
Upon hearing, it, Mrs. Wright flushed,
\"Oh, yes! Now I remember!\"
Detective Duncan, panting, looked frustrated,
\"I appreciate your efforts, Detective, but you see?
There has been no theft at all,
The glove must have fallen from my pocket as I picked up the jewellery!\"
Hearing this,
The Detective decided to leave,
Took two rights, and a left,
And rushed down the street,
To reach him home,
After a day of having been involved in utter stupidity,
The Detective lay on his bed, thinking, \"One day I\'ll solve a real mystery.\"