The Game
Author: Anika, 5D

It was five minutes past midnight. The wind blew as fast as a horse could run. It was a cold, windy night of 15th August, in the streets of London. The rain started tapping on every window of the house.

Knock! Knock! Came a sound that woke up Mrs. Featherfully. She wore her robe over her waist at once and sped downstairs, almost tumbling down every step. She kept a curious look on her face, wondering who it might be at such an odd time.

As soon as she opened the creaking door, there was a flash of lightning but nobody was there. Mrs. Featherfully went out and called out to see if anyone was there. Suddenly, the door closed behind her and a scream was left behind as Mrs. Featherfully disappeared into thin air.

After the incident, the following morning at Mrs. Ben’s house, Fable Featherfully was pouring endless tears from her eyes and was whining about her mother’s disappearance. Mr. Ben tried to calm Fable down. Just as she stopped crying, Mr. Rough entered the room, dressed in a elegant coat, as usual, and sat down next to Fable. He patiently asked her, “When was the last time you saw or heard her?”

Drying her face, Fable replied, “The last time I heard her was her scream which was slowly fading. I ran down to see what happened but she was not there.” She started to weep again. “Hmm...” thought Mr. Rough. Then he asked, “Would you mind taking me to your house to investigate?”

“No, I don’t mind at all. Anyways, I would like some company to keep me from crying or doing anything worse.”

The very next moment, they were in Fable’s house investigating. As the men were investigating, Fable asked if they would have anything to eat or drink but they said they were fine. After some time Mr. Ben decided to question Fable. He asked, “Miss would you care to tell me what you did first in the morning?”

Miss Featherfully sniffed and replied, “Well! First I woke up. Then I washed up, dressed up and came here to meet you all.”

“Did your maid come yet?”

“Um… no.”

“Okay, so do you mind if we check your room?”

“Not at all!”

One and a half hour later, Mr. Ben came out of the room and whispered something to Mr. Rough, therefore leading him back into Fable’s room.
They came out a few minutes later and said, “Miss Fable, you might want to come with us.” Saying this, they headed towards the door.
After they opened the door, in front of them was none other than the police themselves shouting at her.

“Miss Fable! You are under arrest for the death of your mother.” Fable started stammering. “B-b-but how? How did you get to know?” With a sly smile Mr. Rough replied, “After my partner, Mr. Ben, took a look at your room he found blood marks on your bed and furniture. As soon as he opened one of your drawers, he found a secret parchment saying: 12:05 kill mother secretly and fool the police detectives by saying Ben killed mother because he is my enemy. Another thing that I have noticed is that you were acting so kind to other people except Mr. Ben.”

Without much further ado, Fable Featherfully was arrested. At last Mr. Ben spoke. “As my grandfather used to say, when many coincidences pile up they are not just all coincidences.” With this dialogue he and Mr. Rough had a good laugh.

This was how Mr. Rough and his partner solved a tricky mystery. A game of crime played by many.

The End