Hello! I am back after missing a week because of exams! But, now, I've come up with a new series - the adventures of mister Honk! It's a detective story series. And soon there will be more than 5 stories! It is based in Sirlane and some other places in Willtron. But its no fantasy. It is more than that, it's SUSPENSE.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE ADVENTURES OF MR. HONK – THE
SECRET OF THE CRIMINAL - A
It was a hot summer afternoon, Mr. Honk had
just had his lunch and was getting ready to read the magazine – “Anna’s Book”.
It was just the that his Selcom telephone rang and when it was picked up by
Nortje, he understood that it was a man named George Becker Hampsell on the
line. Mr. Honk left his magazine on the table and took the phone from Nortje.
“Hello!” he said.
“Hello,
am I talking to Detective Arnes Honk?” the man on the telephone asked.
“Yeah! How can I help?” was the answer in a
grumpy tone. George said, “Sir, I am a paralyzed man. I am alone at home. I
have no one at my home. I fear that Robert Siezel, a jail-broke criminal is
after me and as I have lost my legs and muscles of my back, I am afraid that he
might kill me.”
“So,
why have you called me, sir? And why do you suspect that the criminal will kill
you?” Honk interrupted.
“Things are getting worse, sir! Nothing is
nice in the Willtron now.” “Get to the
point! Fast!!”
“SIR, I WANT YOU TO COME HERE AT MY HOME.
Here’s the address. I don’t have time to talk to you now, bye!” George Becker
kept the phone and two minutes later, surprised Nortje and Mr. Honk received a
message in their Textojack (an app like WhatsApp originated in Bredland,
Willtron) saying: –
“23/A STRECTARK STREET, BSIEMNOPAR DISTRICT, PLOT NO.095, FLAT6-BLOCK: J19, MANSTROPHER, SIRLANE – 4560078”
At evening, around 6: 30 P.M, Arnes Honk
and Samuel Taylor Nortje set for Derben Station to catch the evening train.
They reached a big skyscraper according to the address and its name appeared to
be “Georgevilla”. It wasn’t too clear because it was wrapped in a layer of
dust. It appeared that the whole 34 floor – skyscraper was George Becker
Hampsell’s. Or, the name of each person living in each of the 34 floors of the
magnificent building was George, but that, being too much co-incidental for
anyone to believe did not disturb Mr. Honk’s mind anymore. But, ONE THING! The
floor was not mentioned in the address which George Becker Hampsell had sent.
Means, you go up and up and up searching every floor in details till you find
that Hampsell in one of them sitting paralysed on his bed. Somehow, this
attracted Honk’s attention and he thought however, that George had done that to
keep them late. Why did he tell them that afternoon to come to their house as
he didn’t have time? What can a companion-less paralysed human being want time
for? All these questions demanded answer in Sir Honk’s brain as Nortje kept on
looking at his watch trying to ring up George. Now, that they had heard Becker
Hampsell say that he lived on the 29th floor on the right-hand-side,
Nortje and Honk hurried to the elevator.
They
pushed the 29th button on the lift-board and up went the lift with a
screeching sound. They met Mr. Hampsell lying on a bed in a very old-looking
bedroom covered with layers of dust and spiderwebs at places. Obviously, how
could a non-moving man brush out the dust if he didn’t have anyone to look
after him? There was a cupboard beside the bed and a telephone. It was the same
Selcom telephone which was used by George Becker Hampsell to call detective
Honk. George instructed Honk to the switch to switch on the lights and
apologized because he couldn’t give him tea by his own hands.
“Sir, Robert Siezel is a criminal, you
know, who has recently escaped from jail by illegal means. Police are after him
and he is after me. Everyday, he threatens me to pay him money online or he
would come here at my home to stab me. He takes advantage of my disabilities.
With only one hand and a head left, I can not protect myself. Saturday, he
called me and I was unable to answer. He has threatened to kill me because I
didn’t pay him on Saturday. Just at afternoon...”
“Robert Siezel called you and that
interfered your phone call with me, right?” Mr. Honk intervened George Becker
who had been talking with an Entallian accent.
“mmmm…mm…y.. Ye…Yes! You’re right. Looks like I have hired a very
talented detective!” “And goodness me! Everyday, Robert Siezel reminds me that
he is going to murder me at night. Any night he would attack me and kill me.
Please…please save me, sir. Please!”
“Hmm… I would see for this issue. You need
not to worry, Mr. Becker” said Mr. Honk, “Bye…Thanks for your precious time!!”
That
night Arnes Honk could not sleep peacefully. He suspected that Mr. George
Becker was not actually interrupted by the phone calls of Robert Siezel.
That
day onwards, Honk visited George Becker’s “Georgevilla” quite frequently.
One fine Tuesday afternoon, Mr. Honk was
told about Siezel by George Becker. He said, “Your kind Sir, Robert Siezel is a
man who is very brutal and of a disgusting type. He has a red scar on his left
cheek and has sometimes come to my house for steeling some jewellery from the 3rd
Floor. He comes, tonts me, shows me his stolen jewels and escapes with a very
evil smile.”
“Can
I see Robert Siezel once?” Mr. Honk started. “I want to meet him.”
George gave Detective Honk Robert’s
probable address and he wrote it in a piece of paper so he won’t forget it. At
evening, around 4:30 P.M., Honk and Nortje reached Adisaz Station and entered
“THE PARADISE HOUSE” to find Jailbreak – Rob sitting on a stair and smoking a
cigarette. On spotting Mr. Honk and his assistant, Mr. Nortje, he put out his
pipe and said, “Hey trespassers, do you take anyone’s permission while entering
someone else’s mansion?” “oh! We’re sorry. Actually, the thing is we want to
know something about you.” Now, Siezel said, “Somethin’ about me?!? Really?
But, But Why?”
Mr.
Honk, Asst. Nortje, and Robert Siezel went into the room on the 1st floor
of the PARADISE HOUSE and a conversation begins: -
Arnes Honk – What about you? Mr. Robert, do
you know George Becker Hampsell?
Robert Siezel – Yah! A competitor I loved
to face in dojo.
Arnes Honk – Do you threaten to kill him?
Robert Siezel – Kill him? What’re you
talkin’ about?
Samuel Taylor Nortje – Hey! Rat! Don’t tell
lies! You can’t make us understand anything wrong,
understood………………
Arnes Honk – Nortje, mind your manners.
Robert Siezel, then why did we hear George Becker
Hampsell say that you
had threatened to murder him and taking advantage of his
disabilities….
Robert Siezel – DISABILITIES???????????? Did you mean to say something, … some problems with organs?
Arnes Honk – Why do you look surprised
Robert Siezel – Why, he didn’t tell me! I
am in touch with him. But, but… He told YOU AND NOT
ME?!?
Arnes Honk and Samuel Taylor Nortje reached
GEORGEVILLA and caught George Becker. There was a clanking sound, “CLANG!
CLANG!!!” as the opened door hit against the tea-shelf and a spoon fell down.
Mister Honk noticed that a bottle in the kitchen had been left to be filled
under the Kentropuro Aquaguard. Mr. Honk shouted, “Get up! Lier! We know your
secret and it’s not a secret anymore! Remember, what you told me on the first
day? You said, ‘I regret for not being able to offer tea by my own arms!’ No
problem, Give it now.”
“WHAT DO YA’ MEAN? I can’t get up! Can I?”
George fought back. “Ye! You can…” Honk exclaimed, “And there’s the prove, that
you can move! That’s a pretty nice two-line poem, isn’t it?” and pointed
towards the old book-shelf. “If you really can’t move and you don’t have a
single person I your house, what’s the reason behind the slight movement of
that shelf from there to there?”
“OH MY GOD! HOW’D YOU KNOW THAT? REALLY
SOMETHING MIRRACULOOS! Oh! Gosh!” George Becker fainted but was soon awaken 2
minutes later by the sprinkling of water.
A
while later, George was telling every bit of truth to Nortje and Honk. He
stammered out, “YES, I TRIED TO TRICK YOU. I’M SORRY. ACTUALLY….” “Actually
what?” George said in an Italian Accent, “ACTUALLY, ROBERT SIEZEL WAS ONE OF MY
COMPANIONS IN THE DOJO (Dojo is a karate school. It’s what Karate students
call it.) WHEN HIS DAUGHTER SPOKE HER LAST WORDS, HE ASKED ME FOR SOME
MONEY BECAUSE HE WAS POOR AT THAT TIME. HE GAVE IT BACK TO ME WITHIN DUE TIME
BUT I…I WAS GREEDY. I WANTED DOUBLE MONEY AS FEE. HE WAS NOT READY TO GIVE ME
THAT MONEY. I GAVE HIM 78 STILLONS AND 45 STOVES. AND I WANTED BACK 156
STILLONS AND 90 STOVES FROM HIM. SO, IPLANNED TO PUT HIM IN JAIL. THAT’S WHY I
DID THIS PLANNING. BUT MY QUESTION IS HOW DID YOU COME TO KNOW THAT I AS ONLY
PRETENDING TO BE PARTIALLY DISABLED AND NOT ACTUALLY PARALISED.”
Honk explained, “When I entered Georgevilla,
I purposely kicked the tea-shelf because I wanted to know your reality. When I
rushed towards your room, I got to saw that the bottle which was earlier on the
platform and now is on the Aquaguard, half-filled. You were too foolish to have
tried to fool me. Didn’t you ever think anyone could stay without food? You
needed someone to feed you, didn’t you? And when you heard the clanking sound,
you understood that we had come to meet you and you hurried and got into your
bed, without even noticing that you have, in your excitement, mistakenly
disturbed the position of your book shelf. So foolish of you. Now, get up!
You’ve surely got your answer, didn’t you?”
“But
… where did you plan to send me? To jail?” George Becker protested. “Ya, why?
You never thought about that?!? Sorry, George Becker Hampsell, I can not do
anything. I apologize, I’ve already done all the talking of these things to the
Vaskole Police (V.P.). Professor Hantire! Professor!! Where did you start
snoring??? Hey, Professor Hantire Alex!” Arnes Honk called out.
Professor
Hantire entered. “I had been sleeping on the bench outside. Sorry!”
“Arrest HIM!!”
-------K.
Nag
Very very interesting and well written 😎
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