MR. HONK IS BACK WITH A NEW MYSTERY! MISTER ARNES HONK TRIES TO INVESTIGATE ABOUT SOME GOLD WORTH 450,00,078 STILLONS, THAT WENT MISSING FROM THE ROYAL TREASURY OF EMPEROR ERUNN COLBERT III OF SIRLANE.
THE ADVENTURES OF ARNES HONK: THE SECRET OF
THE MISING
GOLD
“450,000,078 STILLONS HAVE BEEN STOLEN FROM
THE ROYAL STILLONARY STORE!” Mr. Arnes Honk read it out aloud to Nortje, “Hey
Nortje! What do you think? It’s written in headlines!”
💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑
“Are
you telling that…” Nortje continued “…”, Mr. Honk interrupted, “Yes! For the
last time, I’m taking the responsibility to look up for this case. Anyway, you
know that this’s a royal case…!” Mr. Honk ordered a cup of tea from Nortje who
was so surprised and overjoyed he could hardly breathe. Now, at evening, after
his tea had finished he straight away walked away to change his clothes and
smoke his cigarette. Nortje, actually, Junior Proffessor Samuel Taylor Nortje,
kept waiting outside the door. At last his stopwatch really stopped and Arnes
Honk came out with a stick.☕🧥⏱
He
went to his friend, Johnathan Grey’s house to get some advice because he was
one of the most trusted and important officials of King Erunn Brammer Colbert III’s
court. He was King Erunn’s 1st arm-lieutenant commander and Prime
Minister Holbert Webllerre’s trusted jeweller. “Hello! My friend! HOW’RE YOU???
HONK, Why here now, with what intensions? Get some wine? What’s you’re poison?”
Johnny exclaimed. “OH NO! I’ve not come here to tell you my poison and drink
all that junk! Keep that to yourself, please. Will you? However, do you know or
at least have any kind of little bit (some) clue about who put The 450,000,078
Stillons from your king’s Royal treasure?”
“What’re
ya’ talkin’ about?” Johnny asked in a very drunk voice. “Didn’t you read the
morning newspaper?” Mr. Honk asked. “Oh! Ya! I almost forgot! YAH… Yes! I
suspect someone…mmm..mm..y.. y…Daniel Peterson Rogers. He is the vice Chief
Jewel-Holder of the Newmbtonne Instiuyge Palace and he is obviously the most
suspected person in King Colbert’s court in Mailnid.” “Let’s see!” Arnes Honk
said and Nortje kept silent as usual. He very rarely put out his expressions
and thoughts and opinions in front of his seniors.
“So,
you suspect the treasurer!” Arnes Honk said in a relaxing sigh and “Yes” was
the answer from Johnny Grey. “Ok! Great then! I leave. Take care. And I…I know
you would offer tea. But no, thanks!”. Johnathan Grey inquired, “What about the
younger one?”. “No, a lot many thanks. I don’t drink tea.” First time ever
Nortje replied.
The
next day Mr. Honk went to meet Mr. Daniel Peterson Rogers. It was just beside
the Frabemouth Bay in Neekolodaine and that being near to the state of
Manstropher, Mr. Honk went there by train without feeling the need to take
Sammy Nortje with him.
“Good
Morning!” Mr. Honk was just about to say when he noticed that there was a huge
line waiting to meet Daniel Rogers. He was an important official, you know! Mr.
Honk waited and waited at the end of the longest line that never seemed to move
a centimetre.
When
Mr. Arnes Honk realised that he indeed was walking a little, he heard someone
at his back calling out loudly, shouting like mad, “I can’t wait like this here
for ages! I have come here to deliver this message and am stuck here at hell!!!
I’ve got piles of other works to do! THIS WILL KILL ME AND I AM GOING TO GET A SCHOLDING
FROM BOSS YUL-JUN!”
“No
problem, gentleman! Give it to me! I’ll pass it to Mister Daniel.” Mr. Honk
kindly offered the postman. “Thanks!” he walked away happily.
Mr.
Honk looked back at the line. Some people had taken the chance of his absence
and had stood in the line in his place. LINE-CHEATING!!!Now, in the mean-time,
though Mr. Honk knew that peeping into other’s letters was a bad habit, he
could not control himself. “Oh just sorry!” he said to himself and turned the
letter and was so surprised he lost his senses. He observed that the signature
marked on the envelop, was clearly his friend Johnny Grey’s initials. He
thought there was no wrong in viewing his own friend’s letters to someone like
an important treasurer of a palace! Maybe Johnathan had some problems but could
not come himself to complain. “It’s good to know a mate’s problems.” He thought
and opened the letter reading it curiously, but as he continued reading, his
face turned into the most surprised, astonished and suspenseful look. He read
out, “8’15-14-E9K is coming. Shift “IT” from 9-80B to 78-6RN. Yours
respectfully, Johnathan Grey Thompson.”
What
kind of letter is this? – Arnes Honk thought. “What can be this’ meaning”
That was when Honk realised that the line
had gone, told all problems to Daniel Peterson Rogers, the royal treasurer and
junior jeweller and had left for their respective abodes. Now, Mr. Daniel was
calling out madly, is anyone left to come and submit their complains. Or, I
have to close the shutter of my house! Mr. Honk hurried to Daniel Peterson
Rogers giving him the letter. He asked him what those things in the letter
meant. “RUDE, IMPOLITE, UNCOUTH, MANNERLESS, SENSELESS detective! How did you
dare to open MY LETTER?!?”
MR.
Honk was shooed off from the Darren Daniel Residence (D.P. Rogers’ house), but
clever Honk had taken a chance and taken a picture📧 of the letter, so that he
could have a proper study of it later. That night, Honk studied the letter very
carefully. What could be the meaning of this?
The
next day, Mr. Honk was returning Manstropher by the train, “Kujshein-ia
Express”, and he was feeling bored with the journey. He took a glance at the
newspaper.📰
MR.
HONK FELT GRATEFUL THAT HE WAS BORED AND HAD STARTED TO READ THE SIRLA-DE
TIMES! HE FOUND SOME NEWS THAT WOULD SURELY HELP IN SOLVING THE CASE.
He read, “ROYAL TREASURER MR. DANIEL PETERSON ROGERS MURDERED AT HIS HOME. BREAKING NEWS!” The train reached Wadrin in Manstropher but did not get down. Wadrin was the last station and the train would return back to Neekolodaine. There was a halt and the Kujshein-ia Express began to run again.
There
he pushed through the large crowd of eager and curious people and went in late
Daniel Peterson Rogers’ HOUSE TO INVESTIGATE.🏡🏠
Mr. Honk interrogated the care taker of the
huge mansion. Honk asked, “Myself detective Mr. Honk. What had happened to
sir?” “I don’t know! Sir Honk! But I have a letter sent from (God knows who), I
think you can get some help from this.”
“Sure!” Honk said and received the letter
handed over to him by the caretaker.
“BUT, WAIT! MR. HONK! HOW DO I KNOW THAT
YOU’RE ACTUALLY A DETECTIVE?” the
caretaker asked.
“YOUR NAME IS DAN TREMAINE. YOU SMOKED
EARLIER BUT NOT ANYMORE. YOU’RE NOT A VERY RICH MAN AND YOU ARE NOT MARRIED.”
Honk deduced. “How do you know that?” Tremaine said.
Honk
replied, “You handed over to me only the letter but not the envelop. You have
it in your hand. On it is written ‘No one to Dan Tremaine.’ You have a very
old-looking cigarette packet in your pocket. That proves you smoked earlier. On
the packet is written, ‘Expiry Date: 15th Jan, 2013’ and today is 3rd
Feb 2021! The soles of your shoes are torn. You don’t have any money to buy a
new one. In Sirlanese custom, you should always wear a batch with the name of
your wife close to your heart. But you do not have that batch on your shirt.”
“Ya.. You are a detective.” Surprised Dan Tremaine answered.
Now,
the letter. Honk looked at the letter which read, “IT FOREST HORSE ORANGE NET
KOLKATA COTTAGE OURS MONKEY ELEPHANT SAD TEMPER OF HIS OUGHT UMBRELLA SING EDGE
DON’T TOGGLE E-BOOK LORD’S LAD HAT IMPORTANT MAT ANT NO YATCH TEA HER’S ILL
NEST GOAT.”🌳🐎🟠🥅🐒🐘🌂☔🎤👒🐜🚫🚢☕ 🐐
WHAT? But Honk understood everything.
However he did not tell anything to the caretaker.
The
next day he was in his house in Manstropher. He told Samuel Taylor Nortje to
come with him. “Where?” was the question from Nortje, but Honk told his
assistant to do what he wanted him to. He said he was going to meet his friend
Johnny.
He
led Nortje and himself to the State Sirla-de Nationaele Baonk (Sirlanese
National State Bank). “What are we doing here?” came the question, as usual no
answer was produced or given.
Now
Nortje became angry and impatient. He said in a high-pitched tone, “Hey, Mr.
Honk, you said we were going to meet Johnny sir, Right? Then what are we doing
here, huh? I want an answer.” “You’ll know soon” Waiting continued.
“Shhh… ! Nortje! Don’t talk. Look at that.”
As Honk and Sam Taylor entered the State Sirla-de Nationaele Baonk, a man walked
up to them and told them to pay him a bit attention. After some hesitation,
Arnes Honk agreed and told Nortje to wait there. Then, he trapped and Honk!
Honk found himself in a dark room! And the man was out locking the room!
Luckily, Nortje heard the shouts of his elder teacher cum friend and came to
the rescue. FIGHTING IN ACTION! Obviously with the traitor. Nortje was good in
fighting. He took martial-arts classes in Wadrin. He dodged in the right time,
then carried the unknown man on his shoulders and dropped him on the ground. He
then snatched away his keys and rushed to the room where Honk was locked.
However, the bad person escaped. “Oh, SHIT!” Nortje exclaimed. “Let him go!”
said Honk. “He has shown us the way. He came from that way. This means. Johnny
has sent him from that direction and…” Nortje interrupted, “What do you mean?”
but Honk continued, “… he is somewhere hiding there.”
Mr.
Arnes Honk and Asst. Nortje had to pass through a narrow passage into the
Ya-s-dela. It was a secret passage leading into a hole which led into a room.
That room had numerous drawers, and Johnny Grey Thompson was looking into
drawer no. 78-6RN! He was there standing with a bag in his hand.
On seeing Mr. Honk, he said, “W…Wh…Wha…What
are you doing here? Oh, friend! I couldn’t recognise you! What’s up young
gentleman?”
“What’s
up? Up is your time, mister Johnathan Grey Thompson!” “What do you mean? WHAT
DO YOU MEAN? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?” angry J.Grey replied.
“Yes
a THIEF!!!!”
Mr. Honk hadn’t come there without calling
the police. In few minutes, the Wadrin Police arrived. Mr. Honk could now
explain everything in front of everyone.
“Dear old friend, this would be a long
explanation. Being the king’s 1st arm-Lieutenant commander and the
PM’s jeweller, you have access to all important persons and that includes the
treasurer and junior jeweller Mr. Daniel Peterson Rogers, right? You were the
one who made a deal with the royal jeweller that you would steal 450,000,078
Stillons from the Royal Stillonary. Then, you, seeing that the jeweller becomes
greedy with the deal, buy with those stolen Stillons, 34 kg Gold! Then, you and
Mr. D.P.Rogers deposit the money in this drawer.” Mr. Honk pointed at Drawer
9-80B. What nonsense are you talking about!?!: Johnathan was mad. Honk
continued “ If this was not the case then what’s this?” He showed the picture
of the letter he had mistakenly overread at Mr. Roger’s house. “Here this
8’15-14-E9K means Honk. ‘H’ is the 8th alphabet in the English alphabet.
There’s an inverted comma to separate 8 and 15. ‘O’ is the 15th
alphabet. Similarly, ‘N’, is the 14th. This last K means ‘K’ in
Honk. ‘9-80B’ and ‘78-6RN’ are drawers in this money and gold bank. Johnathan
warned Mr. Rogers to shift the gold from drawer 9-80B to 78-6RN as I was
coming. That’s why he is standing there in front of that drawer 78-6RN with a
bag. Look! When this was done, he murdered Mr. Rogers at night so that he could
get all the gold himself without sharing with anyone. Now he is here. I could
understand the handwriting. When I went to interrogate the caretaker Tremaine
of Mr. Rogers’ house, he handed me a letter written by an anonymous person.
That letter was written by Johnny. He wrote, ‘IT FOREST HORSE ORANGE NET
KOLKATA COTTAGE OURS MONKEY ELEPHANT SAD TEMPER OF HIS OUGHT UMBRELLA SING EDGE
DON’T TOGGLE E-BOOK LORD’S LAD HAT INDIA MAT ANT NO YAMUNA TEA HER’S ILL NEST
GOAT’ and that means IF HONK COMES TO HOUSE DON’T TELL HIM ANYTHING. Notice the first letters of the
words. The writer of the letter to Mr. Rogers and his caretaker was the same,
because I am a handwriting expert. That’s why he’s standing here and with a bag
to collect all the gold from the drawer.” “All LIES!” Johnny fought back.
“YOU!?!” Nortje’s exclamation.
BUT,
TRUE IS TRUE AND ALL COULD FELL IT. MR. GRAHAM HENSIL, THE POLICE INSPECTOR DID
HIS DUTY AND MR. HONK DID HIS.
-------K. Nag
Most intriguing plot !! Carry on
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