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THE MISSING MONET
Sherman Holmes didn't know how he did it; but he did, and on a regular basis. Sometimes he'd see a police cruiser and stop to see what was happening. Sometimes he'd follow the sound of the siren. More often than not, he'd just be walking or driving around Capital City when a sixth sense would tell him to stop here or stop there.
It was this sixth sense for crime that brought him to the Hudson Office Building on a blustery March Day. Sherman settled quietly into a chair in the lobby, patiently waiting for something to happen.
The first visitor to catch his eye was a bike messenger, arriving with a package-filled backpack and a long document tube. The messenger disappeared into an express elevator labeled 31st Floor. Five minutes later, the messenger reappeared and left the building, still carrying the tube but one package lighter.
Taking his place in the elevator was an elegantly attired man, an older gentleman, using a cane as he limped heavily on his left leg.
The gentleman reappeared in the lobby ten minutes later. On his exit from the elevator he nearly collided with a woman in a Gucci suit. The umbrella in her left hand became momentarily entangled with the cane in his right.
"Watch where you're going," she snapped.
"My apologies," he replied.
The man limped off and the woman pressed her button and fidgeted with her umbrella until the elevator door closed. Her visit lasted five minutes.
Sherman was beginning to think his crime-sensing instincts were flawed. Perhaps it was this nasty cold he was just getting over. Then a pair of police officers rushed into the lobby and took the same express elevator to the 31st floor. "It's about time they called the police," Sherman said with satisfaction.
When they left the building a half hour later, Sherman followed them to the Baker Street Coffee Shop. He slipped into the booth behind theirs, quietly ordered an English muffin, and eavesdropped.
"What was a million-dollar painting doing in the reception area?" the cop asked his partner. Sherman recognized him as Sergeant Gunther Wilson, an officer he'd chatted with at dozens of other crime scenes.
The 31st floor, it seems, contained the offices of the Hudson Company's top brass, and the furnishings in the reception area included a small Monet oil , about one foot square. Only three visitors had been alone there long enough to cut the painting out of its frame---a bike messenger delivering documents, the ne'er-do-well uncle of the company president wanting to borrow a few dollars, and the vice president's estranged wife, who had come to complain about her allowance. All three had visited the offices before and could have previously noticed the unguarded painting.
"Excuse me," Sherman said as he rose from his booth and ambled up to Officer Wilson and his partner.
Wilson saw the pudgy little man in his deerstalker cap and frock-coat and beamed. "Sherlock Holmes, I presume."
"That was my great-great-grandfather ," Sherman answered politely. "But I did inherit a few of his modest powers." Would you like me to tell you who stole the painting?"
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