Dave the Detective by Adhiraj, Dhriti, Ellise, Kabir, Kimran, Maya, Saranya, Siddhant, Simran and VayuIn On The Page
There once lived a smart, clever boy named Dave who dreamed of being a detective. His favourite TV show was ‘Crime Solvers’ and he loved reading detective fiction by Agatha Christie and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle – his idol was Sherlock Holmes. He’d been given a detective set for his birthday, which included a grey mackintosh, a trilby hat, a pair of dark glasses, a notebook, a magnifying glass and a kit for gathering evidence, and he couldn’t wait to try it out.
One evening, he was watching TV. The news was on, but it wasn’t particularly exciting – just the usual stories about the weather, obstructions on the motorways and the arrival of yet another royal baby. He was just about to change the channel, when a newsflash caught his attention. There had been a robbery at the local jewellery store, Jewelltastic
This was Dave’s chance to shine. He put on his detective outfit, grabbed his notebook and kit, and set off for the jewellery store in search of clues.
Using the sat-nav-maps-app on his smartphone, Dave was soon able to locate the ill-fated shop, Jewelltastic. The lock was broken, the display window was smashed and there was glass everywhere.
As Dave scanned the area, he chanced upon something far shinier than the shards of shattered glass. Captured by the flashing blue lights, it glittered and glinted by the roadside. A huge, blue diamond. It must have been at least five carats. He wondered how it had got there. Perhaps the robber had dropped it. He put on his latex gloves like a seasoned sleuth, picked it up and held it to the light.
Whilst admiring the gem’s exquisite beauty, two police officers burst onto the scene.
“Freeze!” they ordered. It appeared that they thought he was the culprit.
Dave put his hands up and tried to explain, “Sir, you’re mistaken. I am a crime-fighter just like you. I’m here to help. Truly, I am. Look,” and at that moment Dave took out his magnifying glass, held it up to the diamond and declared, “I can prove that I am not the thief.”
“What do you mean, boy?” questioned the policeman, narrowing his eyes and closing in on Dave.
“There are someone else’s fingerprints on this gem,” explained Dave.
The policeman immediately changed his tone, “Well done, young chap. This is a very important clue.” He sealed it up in a plastic bag, labelled ‘Specimen’, handed it to another officer and said, “Send this straight to forensics.”
Under the scanner they were able to match the fingerprints to the DNA of Rob the Diamond Thief. They had Rob the Diamond Thief’s number plate on their records too and, without delay, the police radioed out to all their cars to track him down.
Rob the Diamond Thief was soon located and the chase began. The squad pursued him from all directions. He was surrounded. There was no escape. Rob the Diamond Thief was caught red-handed with a sack of diamonds still in his possession. A long jail sentence lay ahead for him. There would be no doubt about that.
That evening, the news on the TV was all about a young boy who had helped to track down one of the most notorious diamond thieves. The headlines on the front pages the next morning read: Junior Detective Cracks a Case!
Dave was to be rewarded with a special Junior Police Detective (JPD) badge, and he had been invited to Buckingham Palace to receive it. The streets were filled with people, clapping and cheering for Dave and several other heroic citizens on the Queen’s Honours List. It was almost as if the Queen wanted to cheer too, but she had to keep a dignified composure. Still, Dave could certainly detect a glint in her eye and a broad smile on her face.
Dave was called up to the red carpet, where he bowed to the Queen. The Policeman was there too, to present the JPD award. Now Dave was officially a detective. He couldn’t have felt prouder. He was the happiest person in the world.