BACK WITH HONK! BUT THIS ONE SHOULD NEVER MISS! I BET THIS IS THE BEST MR. HONK STORY WRITTEN TILL NOW! THE MYSTERY OF THE SAPPHIRE RING - CAN HE FIND THE THE THIEF OF THE MISSING JEWEL? READ ON TO FIND OUT MORE!
THE ADVENTURES OF ARNES HONK: THE MYSTERY OF THE
STOLEN SAPPHIRE RING...
"TRRRRIIIINNNGGGG!!!! TRRRRIIIINNNGGGG!!!!" "THESE TELEPHONES NEVER LET ME EVEN WATCH THE TELEVISION PROPERLY! HOW MANY TIMES WILL I HAVE TO TELL THEM THAT I'M NOT GOING TO COME FOR THAT STUPID INTERVIEW!??!" MR. HONK BECAME IRRITATED AND ANGRY. HE TOLD NORTJE TO PICK UP THE PHONE AND HE DID SO. ON DOING SO, THE PERSON ON THE PHONE COULDN'T EVEN SPEAK WHEN SAMUEL TAYLOR NORTJE SPOKE UP, "DON'T TALK MAN. NO INTERVIEWS FOR MY FRIEND." AND WAS ABOUT TO KEEP IT DOWN WHEN MR. DAWID LEWIS : COULD I PLEASE, OH SIR, DO NOT KEEP THE PHONE. I HAVE SOME IMPORTANT TALK WITH DETECTIVE HONK. I'M NOT HERE TO TAKE INTERVIEWS WITH ANYONE.
"OKAY! OKAY!" SAID NORTJE TO MR. LEWIS AND, "HONK! PLEASE LISTEN TO HIM! I THINK HE'S GOT SOME REALLY IMPORTANT THING TO SPEAK ABOUT." TO MR. HONK.
"GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD SIR! AM I TALKING TO RESPECTED DETECTIVE MR. ARNES HONK? I'M IN SERIOUS TROUBLE. I HAD GIFTED MY WIFE A SAPPHIRE RING WHICH SHE HAD LOST WHILE SHE WAS FEEDING HER GOOSE. SHE FEELS THAT IT IS STOLEN, NOT ADMITTING THAT SHE HAS LOST IT BUT NOW I'M ALSO STARTING TO FEEL THAT IT IS, ACTUALLY! PLEASE LOOK INTO THE MATTER, SIR! PLEASE! PLEAAASE!!! PLEEEAAASE!!!"
"ALRIGHT! DON'T START CRYING NOW! I'LL LOOK FOR WHAT I CAN DO INTO THIS MATTER! AND BEFORE YOU KEEP THE PHONE, MAY I HAVE THE PERMISSION OF VISITING YOUR HOUSE AT 4 O' CLOCK IN THE EVENING, KIND SIR?" MR. HONK ASKED. "ABSOLUTELY SIR! I'LL SEND YOU THE ADDRESS TODAY! BTW, WHAT DO YOU DRINK? TEA OR COFFE?" LEWIS ANSWERED. "TEA!" AND SO WAS THE WORD.☕
AT EVENING, AFTER ALL THE TEA AND WONDERFUL SQUARE CHOCOLATE CHIPS HAD VANISHED, MR. HONK AND NORTJE STUDIED THE GARDEN WHERE THE YELLOW GOOSE ALWAYS CAME TO EAT. "WHAT DO YOU FEED THE GOOSE WITH, MADAME?" "LOAF!"🦢🍞
"GOOD! I EXPECTED SO! THERE ARE A BIT REMAINS OF POWDERED LOAF SOMEWHAT HERE AND SOME THERE." JUST AS MR. HONK WAS SAYING SO MR. DAWID'S SERVANT BROUGHT SOME YOGHURT FOR HONK AND NORTJE. THE DETECTIVE'S ASSISTANT WAS READY AND SET TO DEVOUR ALL THAT CURD-LIKE THING, BUT WHEN HONK SNIFFED ABOUT THE PUDDING, HE TOLD NORTJE TO WAIT. HE TOLD MR. LEWIS THAT THEY DO NOT EAT YOGHURT IN AN ABRUPT AND HESITATING MANNER.
HONK WHISPERED TO NORTJE, "HAVING POISON CAN KILL YOU!" NORTJE, SURPRISED, KNEW WHAT HE MEANT. HONK LOOKED AT THE SERVANT SUSPICIOUSLY. HE WAS LOOKING AT MR. DAWID LEWIS AS IF HE WAS ASKING FOR HIS MISSING WAGES. BUT THE LOOK WAS NOT TOO POLITE AND AS IF HE WAS THREATENING HIM TO REMOVE THE DETECTIVE OR TO GIVE HIS MONEY💰💵💸 WITHIN THAT DAY.
THAT NIGHT, MR. HONK COULDNOT SLEEP AS HE KEPT WONDERING ABOUT POSSIBLY THE POISON AND THE LOAF AND THE BISCUITS WITH THE TEA AND THE SERVANT, THE MONEY AND ALL THAT. AFTER A TOUGH AND WASTE (NOT FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF HONK'S THINKING) NIGHT, MR. HONK WISHED GOOD MORNING TO SAMMY NORTJE BY ANOTHER WORD 'YUREKA!' "WHERE DO WE HAVE TO ACTUALLY GO SO EARLY IN THE MORNING, MISTER? CAN'T WE JUST WAIT, HAVE TEA, HAVE SOME REST, READ THE NEWSPAPER AND THEN GET OUT OF "FROSTHOUSE" (MR. HONK'S APARTMENT)?" NORTJE KEPT ON PROTESTING THROUGHOUT HIS WAY TO GELIMIE SQUARE WHERE MR. HONK HAD TOLD DAWID LEWIS AND HIS WIFE TO COME. HOWEVER, AFTER SHOWING A LOT OF PATIENCE, MR. HONK FINALLY SPOKE UP AND A STERN, LOUD AND (FOR THE FIRST TIME) HARSH VOICE, "NORTJE, ENOUGH! IF YOU DONT WANNA COME WITH ME, ME, WHY DON'T YOU GO TO BED AND DREAM ABOUT YOUR TEDDY BEAR?!!?" SAMUEL TAYLOR NORTJE, SHOCKED, WAS SILENT FOR ALMOST 2 AND A HALF HOURS!
"NOW, SIR DAWID LEWIS AND MADAME CHARLOTTE LEWIS, WHAT ABOUT THE STATUS? YOUR SERVANT?" MR. HONK INQUIRED WHEN HE REACHED THE GELIMIE SQUARE. "HE LEFT! HE FLED!" "AS EXPECTED!" HONK ANSWERED.
"LET ME EXPLAIN! AND DON'T WORRY, YOU WILL GET YOUR CRIMINAL BACK AND THEN IN JAIL AND MOST POSSIBLY ALSO YOUR SAPPHIRE RING WILL GET BACK TO YOUR MADAME. WHEN YOU GAVE ME THOSE DELICIOUS SQUARE CHOCLOATE BISCUITS ALONG WITH THE TEA, I NOTICED THAT SOME OF THEM WERE BROKEN FROM THE EDGES. THIS MEANS THAT THEY WERE THE LAST SURVIVING BISCUITS AND THERE WERE ONLY 3 BISCUITS TO ME AND 2 TO NORTJE. THIS MEANS THAT MR. DAWID HAS BEEN SHORT ON MONEY RECENTLY. IN THE MEANTIME, AS YOUR SERVANT, WERSADAM HITCHCOCK WAS NOT GETTING PROPER WAGES ON TIME DECIDED TO STEAL YOUR RING, MADAME, AND AS YOU FEED THE EXPENSIVE HIGH-QUALITY LOAF TO YOUR GOOSE, HE UNDERSTOOD THAT YOU LOVE YOUR GOOSE MORE THAN ANYONE. SO HE TOOK THE OPURTUNITY AND PROBABLY STOLE IT WHEN YOU WERE CUTTING OUT THE HUGE PIECE OF RAW BREAD. A VERY CLEVER SLAVE, HUH? THEN, HE THREATENED YOU TO REMOVE ME AS A DETECTIVE AND PAY THE DESIRED MONEY WITHIN YESTERDAY, OR ELSE HE WOULD VANISH WITH THE RING. YOU DIDN'T AND THAT WAS WHY HE TRIED TO GET AWAY TO HIS VILLAGE. BUT I HAD VERY WELL SUSPECTED THAT ON OBSERVING HIS BEHAVIOUR AND HAD WAITED FOR A FEW MOMENTS IN FRONT OF THE GATE OF YOUR HOUSE. WHEN WERSADAM HITCHCOCK WAS STEALING OUT, HE WAS CAPTURED. I COULDN'T SLEEP HALF OF THE NIGHT. COME WITH ME, ENOUGH OF TALKING. LET'S GET YOUR SAPHIRE SHINING BLUE GEM AND RING BACK AND THAT SERVANT OF YOURS TO NORTH-MANSTROPHER POLICE STATION."
AFTER 2 AND A HALF HOURS 40 MINUTES, NORTJE SAID A "WOW!"😱😱😱😱
-------KUBER NAG
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