I'm SIR

I'm SIR(Navin) I'm SIR
-By Navin
In a fine afternoon. 19th August,1898.
Let me tell you that I'm not a man with a brave heart or good physic.I'm not a kind rose or ruthless thorns.I'm just a man who had fallen into the traps of crime. Being a consulting detective is not an easy job to be handled. Also a job of police detective is a challenger. I have seen many case in my life but not like this. This case came to me when I resigned my post and started a life as an ordinary man. The public and the police called this case as "ABSOLUTE CARNAGE" but, I called this case as "MANCHESTER MAD". This is my first direct case. My dear friend Jones Stagger sent me a letter, dated 16th August,1898,to my address: No.6,Brook Apartments,Fleet Street. The letter follows like this:



16th August,1898,
City of Manchester.
SIR,
This is urgent. I've written and sent this letter unofficially. I know you've resigned your post but I need your help. Its a confidential case. I can't give any further details by this letter. Come right to the City of Manchester.
Your old friend,
J.S.
P.S. And we have a newly appointed man named Richard Grimm, from Scotland Yard. He is a tough man, intelligent guy, but he always boast about his past cases, his triumphs and he rated us "Half - baked cakes". He is good and you'll find him tough".

I say he's a great friend and man , this Jones Stagger, I should go to Manchester. But one thing is itching me. The letter was dated as 16th but I received on 19th , that is today. That doesn't make any sense at all ! The process of sending a letter will not take more than one day to receive it . But it took three days, Mmm... I should call Charles. Luckily , he came to my room.

"My dear Charlee,how do you that I'm waiting for you?",I asked
He blinked at me with a surprise.
"Never mind Charlee, I want 'The Times' dated 16th August,now and immediately" , I asked.
"Yes,sir",he replied.
You'll ask me ,"Why the devil you didn't buy a daily newspaper man? "
And my answer is : I'm not keen reader of newspaper.
If you ask me, " 'The Times'? Really? ".
My answer is : The only newspaper I know is 'The Times'(so far). Jones introduced it to me.

Charles came after five minutes with 'The Times'. But he stared at me wildly and passed the newspaper in to my hands. If you ask me 'why?' My answer is a flashback that takes us back to one year. Same charlee gave me same 'The Times' ,I scolded him badly that day( I can't remember) but I said sorry to him. This is the reason for his staring. But he is a loyal fellow and I love him. And its been one year since I divorced my job and.....Never mind, let's see about this case.
Let me see, Mmm.... Aaha! Got it:
" ABSOLUTE CARNAGE-15th August ,1898: In the residence of Mark Mckward ,Manchester City. A clueless ,cold blooded murder happened to a man ,respected by everyone in the City of Manchester,Mr. Mark Mckward. According to police investigation,it is a pre-planned murder and it is very well executed by the murderer. This case is investigated by the officer from Scotland Yard,Mr. Richard Grimm. He says: ' We are trying our level best to catch this devilish killer and if we catch him or her, that will be a great success. Further information will be given' and he calls off ". "Maybe I should start my journey this evening. My dear Charlee can you get me a cab this evening?", asked I.
" When sir?", asked Charles.
"Five past thirty,Charlee," replied I. And he left.
After a good lunch,I went for walk at 4:30 pm in the Fleet street. Had some fun with the boys ,playing football,in the street. We won 4-3 in the hyper tension football match and came back at 5:00 pm, arranged my luggages, had tea, cab came at 5:30 pm and I went to Nottingham Station. I got my ticket and started my journey to Manchester, my ex- home town.
"The Manchester City". Kill me if I didn't say about this city. I fell in love and married a lady, her name is Police. I'm happy to be here after 400 long days ( Man! It is good to be here). I booked a room in hotel 'Great Manchester' and went to my friend's house.
But to my shock, he placed the pistol on my forehead, when I entered his house and said 'Hello'. With a wild face, he started:
"You son of a devil! How dare you say 'Hello' to me?",roared my friend.
"I told you to come immediately after receiving the letter,you-you coming after five days and saying 'Hello'. Gone! Gone! We are doomed", he continued and placed his pistol in the desk.
"I'm sorry man, some unexpected circumstances made me late", tried to compromise him.
"Tell me, what made you so unhappy?",asked I.
" Our team and Richard had a challenge on this case, he succeeded by catching a man who killed Mark and to say he didn't work with us, he done it all by his own wit. And he had the last laugh."
I laughed till my stomach started to cry.
"Am I reciting a joke or something, you devil",roared my friend.
" I'm also surprised , Jones,that what a kind of leader who challenge his own mates on a serious matter and I'm also curious how he caught the suspect without any clues".
"He has his own theory of conclusion about this case, but we have some clues relating this case",said my friend.
"So, can I have a look on this case or leave this city?",I asked.
But he wanted to win this challenge and I want to use my wit to solve this case and also using the clues he have. He asked me to come tomorrow to his office. I bid him good night and left his house.

That night, I had a dreadful dream that a man with a dagger in one hand and pistol in other hand, standing in front of me. I can't see his face but he raised his hand containing pistol towards me and SHOT!!! I woke up suddenly and thought," What a devil dream came to me ?Man!" Then I didn't sleep the whole night, not thinking about the dream but the case.( but I still have some fear). Next morning, I went to see my ex-wife that is to my old working area. There, my friend Jones and my old mates were talking about something very interesting. When they saw me , they greeted me ,celebrated me and we had some flashbacks. That time, a man was passing through, in front of me, really impressed me. He had golden crisp hair, sharp eyes but small, good pointed nose and majestic physic.
But one thing is unusual , that is, his unusual way of walking. He is a man of thirties, I think and he came to us and said," I had my first success in this industrial city, this success is mine. You have only three days time to prove my theory wrong. Mind it and work for it ,but to say, the fact is I've never been defeated".
"Maybe I can defeat you Mr. Grimm,am I correct in saying your name?",started I.
"Who the man is speaking to me,may I know?", asked Grimm.
"I'm the man who gave up his place to a man,who is speaking to me" , replied I.
"And what is the name of that man?",asked Grimm.
"Everybody call him Mr. SIR",I said.
"Ok Mr. SIR, let me see , are you just a man of speech or man of action", and left the place.
He is not a confident man but an over confident man. There are five things you should not do in any job you've taken, they are, mockery , over confident, excitation, fear and having no confidence in his own mates. But Grimm has,and that makes him a failure literally.
"Then Jones, let's start", said I.
We went to the office room and seeing it I think nothing has changed much like a same old World map stick at the right part of the wall, same " Frill Grill" the snacks he eat, in the dustbin and a frame contains myself and my friend's photo and also my friend has same old scar on his forehead. He then gave me case report and a bag containing clues got from the crime scene . The bag contains a cigarette piece, some brown hairs which is very very dry , a little piece of cloth colored blue and something dark on the edge of the cloth, which my friend said it is blood, and mud particles containing some leaves,rusted iron particles,and interesting black particles which Jones and others have no clue and two bullets that hit the victim. Then I read the report:
"15th August ,1898,Saturday,a cold night,at the Residence of Mark Mckward, Mr. Mark found in his living room, with his body lying on the sofa colored in silvery blue. His head is chopped and got shot in two areas of his body, one in the right part of his chest,and on his forehead. And they can't find neither the sword nor the pistol that killed Mr.Mark. Police concluded that he is killed in the house garden and pulled him to the sofa and chopped his head. And the man who killed him is named as Rewald Grem,who is a traitor from other country, planned and executed this murder and surrendered himself to police."
Then I closed the report and gave it to my friend.
"So, what you reckon?",asked my friend.
"First and important point is, that Rewald is not the suspect or a traitor,I think",replied I.
"What? How do you say that?",asked Jones.
Don't be shocked my friend, you should be happy that we got one shot in this case. Let me tell you,or think frankly ,a traitor killed a man who is a millionaire,living in a completely secured house and just surrendered himself to the police. What the hell is this? Which devil wrote this report? And tell me, will a traitor, on getting caught ,surrender himself or kill himself. Tell me?", asked I.
My friend laughed and said," Richard. Then who will be the man behind this kill, if not Rewald?",asked Jones.
"Need to do some work. Can I see Rewald in the cage?",asked I.
"There is a problem that only physician or the great Grimm is allowed to enter the cage,which is an order from Grimm",replied my friend.
"Then we'll met at the crime scene at night, which is a better time to go. Meet at 8:00. Good Morning," I said and went to my hotel room.
In my hotel, I'm just thinking how can I link my theory with the report written by Richard. My theory is further than the theory of the report. One shot, just one shot, that will make a big difference in this case. In the evening , I went to my friend's house because Jones called me, and had tea with Jones and also his favorate snack " Frill Grill" .
I started," What is the reason for your sad face,Jones ?"
"A huge problem. You cannot see the crime scene today night. That Richard somehow found our plan through someone. We are doomed",faded his voice.
But I got really excited and erupted," Yes! I expected this! Richard as you said, is not man of brains. Now is my chance to show the action".
" What? I can't understand," questioned Jones.
"I'll say, but first I need your help. I have a plan and this is the plan:
' If he(Richard) give any security to the crime scene, he'll forget about the prisoner he catched, so I can go to the cage and have conversation with Rewald and also there will be less security".
"Good plan! Let's start. Come... Hey why are you seeing somewhere?",asked my friend.
" Come Jones let's have some tea, come on sit down", I calmed Jones.
"Hey, Am I looking like a mad? You gave the plan and telling me to relax?",asked Jones.
"That means we are skipping the plan and going to the crime scene tonight", replied I.
" Why are you saying that?",asked Jones.
"Because,when I was entering into your house,a man with a dry face stared at me and while we are talking, I saw his shadow on the window. In order to distract him I started to say the plan loudly and after hearing the plan, he faded. If he is the Richard's spy,and if Richard gets distracted from it, we'll win," I finished.
"Wow man! I didn't expect this",erupted Jones.
"So relax and have some tea, then we can think about our next step" , replied I.
During the night time, we went to Mark's Residence, and started my investigation leaving Jones outside to look after whether anyone is coming. I investigated the whole house inch by inch and went to the sitting room which is the main crime scene. There I saw the dark patches of blood on the sofa like, when some red wine was spilled on the sofa. After an hour and a half I came back to my friend, and gave a thumb's up.
"So, what is your theory?",asked my friend.
"I've solved the case, Jones",replied I.
"What!? Then who is the killer?",asked Jones.
"Mmm... That's very complicated for now. Meet at 10:00 am tomorrow at the office. For now, good night and have some good sleep".
Then I left my friend with confusion and worries in his face, but he is excited that we've defeated Richard and he also left that place.
That night is not the night I've expected, because the same dream really threatened me.
Next morning, I went to the office and to my surprise there are group of my mates, waiting for me, also Richard.
"So the great SIR had solved the case and Mr.SIR will tell us, his theory of the case. Come on SIR bring it on", started Richard.
"Let us get into the room and talk about this", replied I.
Then I , Jones and Richard went to room and I stated my theory:
"First ,the man who you've arrested is not a traitor or murderer, he is not even part of this murder".
"Then who he is?", asked Richard.
"He is not part of this murder but part of Mr.Mark. He is a butler in that house".
That really shocked both of them.
I continued,"Yes Rewald is a butler served the Mckwards for 10 years".
"The Mckwards?", asked Richard.
"Oh, you don't know that Mr.Mark has a brother, then let me tell you a story. There are two brothers, one is Mark and other is Wilbur. Mark served for army, as you know, wanted to become a businessman, so he resigned his post and worked hard for it and attained its value. His brother, Wilbur, is a good for nothing fellow, wanted to crave his brother's wealth, so he went to Mark's house and shot him, chopped his head and escaped".
"How do you know that Mark has a brother?",asked Richard.
I found some looseness in his voice and he's approaching his first defeat.
"To say that, I found Mckwards story through Rewald and that made my theory conclude", replied I.
"How you went through my security at the cage, even I know your plan?",asked Richard.
"You gave the clue, Richard, I disguised myself into physician and went to see Rewald",replied I.
"So you are that weird looking doctor who I saw that night. Oh man, how did I miss him?",sighed Richard.
"That's SIR,Mr. Richard",started my friend.
"Then where is this culprit hiding?",asked Richard.
"That was a great shock to me because he had lived in the same hotel that I'm living. But the failure in my theory is, after finishing the job he killed himself, which I found from the hotel representatives",replied I.
After the story have finished, Richard sunk his head and accepted his defeat and left.
"Brilliant !, we won", erupted Jones.
Then we went to Jones house and relaxed.
"Man, there ends another case", sighed Jones.
After a long gap,
"Actually, the story that I told is a fake one", started I.
I think thunder strucked on my friend's head because he suddenly rose from the chair.
"The truth is Mark has brother named Wilbur,who is not a good for nothing fellow but good for anything fellow. Because he is a psychopath",said I.
"What - then - how?", blabbered Jones in a shock.
"Yes, he is under some medical attention and Mark kept him in an extinct room,which is situated under his house and he don't want his brother be shown to outer world",said I.
"So Wilbur is not the killer, right?", asked Jones.
"Not right, Wilbur is the killer. I don't know how he came out of his room, but he killed his brother. Even Rewald has no clue about it, but he killed his brother first and placed his body in the sofa and chopped his head several times, which I found by seeing the torn areas in the sofa and the clues that you got from the crime scene are not from the garden but from Wibur's room. I also found the pistol and the sword from his room too".
"So you've also found Wilbur also?",asked Jones.
"No, he's now 500km far from this city and maybe for his medical reason because Rewald said that Mckwards are going to shift their place someday", I said.
"Then what of this butler Rewald in this case?", asked Jones.
"Oh thank you Jones, I forgot that part, Rewald said ,that Mark loved his brother and he even resigned his post to care his brother and for that he became a businessman. He(Rewald) also loved and loyal to the Mckwards, so he framed himself as a traitor to save his master. And that's how I solved this case", I finished.
Man! You are a cunning man. What do you think if Richard find this is a lie?", asked Jones.
"Rewald is safe, but to answer your question, Richard is not good enough to find it, by chance if he found it, what he will do? he don't know where is Wilbur?",replied I.
"Anyway, we won, I really want to thank you, if you came early, we would have finish this. Why were you late?", asked Jones.
"I just went to a world trip so this is my reason for coming late", I replied.
He stared at me wildly and that ends the day.
Next morning, I went to the office and Richard with heavy heart came to me and said," Rewald is released from all charges and thank you not only for saving an innocent but helping me to realize my mistake", and left.
"What a miracle", there came Jones," Richard had said sorry!".
Then we went for a walk, suddenly I heared Richard calling me," Hey SIR, what is your name?"
"I'm Stephan Issac Rogers..."

The End???

Thank you for reading my story.
-Bala.