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Where's gone the Sapphire stone?
Indranath has a bad habit. When he has no job, he wanders in the streets. His mind sets happy for doing this.
That's why he left house one day. It was seven-o-clock in the morning. Went to Beleghata Main Road. We walked towards Sealdah.
Within a few minutes, he noticed that a man walking in front of him a dozen feet away. Yellow sleeveless vest. A white cloth bag in his hand. From time to time he is standing still, walking, taking flowers out of the bag and throwing them on the pavement, walking straight again.
Crazy or not? But another strange thing is that it can be seen on the opposite sidewalk. A boy wearing shorts is walking there. Age twelve years. Surely the boy from a nearby slum. The man throwing flower in the middle of the sidewalk, and the boy on the sidewalk is immediately marking a round on the wall of the next house with chalk and making a cross mark in the middle.
This is a very funny game. Or a badass gameplan?
That's how the flower thrown nineteen times, writing on the wall nineteen times - then the half-aged person crossed the road and went to the boy. He took a pistol out of his pants pocket and handed it to the half-aged man. The two of them opened the door and entered a house.
The house has three floors. Shop downstairs. Close the upper windows. The front door is open.
Indranath also went inside. The cement-bound old staircase rises from the right side of the door. Standing in the two-storey attic, he saw the long alley dark. All rooms closed. At that time he heard loud noises from the third floor. Items are being vandalized.
Indra reached the three-storey attic by jumping four steps one by one. In a long alley, lights came through a raft door. He reached to the door very speed.
In front, he saw the half-aged man and the boy lifting the two chairs over his head and banging on the floor.
Indranath was going to leave the roar and cross the square and enter.
Suddenly - A voice was heard behind - liquid voice - good morning, Indranath Rudra.
Indra turned quickly. He saw a handsome man in black spectacles, black beard and gray colored safari suit smiling with his teeth out.
Indra said in a hard voice, who are you? What's going on?
The handsome man took out a note of one hundred rupees from his pocket and handed it to the boy. I paid a hundred rupees for it. Go.
The two persons left the room with a smile on their teeth. The handsome man pulled up a chair unharmed and sat down beside the table. If you say, sit in that chair. It's all over. Don't recognize me?
Indranath stiffened his jaw. He understood, a huge joke is making about him. The handsome man opened his glasses and said, this time?
That demonic cat - eyes can be forgot ever? Indranath gritted his teeth and said, ‘Chandranath Mallick?
- “Yes. In your language, I am a fish. Can't be caught. Of course, in my opinion, you are very happy to clash with anti-socials - right?
Indranath said, being joking? Chandrakanta said, my life became poison! If I Jokey with you? Shh! Shh! Would you came if i called? Would not come. So we had to play. If they hadn't been on the road - those two would have played another game.
- ‘What is the need?
- I want to give you a head-boggling gift - which you enjoy.
Indranath had annoyance in one eye and curiosity in the other.
Chandrakanta later said that a boat was going under the Vidyasagar bridge at eleven o'clock last night. A packet of paper is dropped from the bridge onto the Ganges - but it falls on the boat. This is that packet.
Chandrakant Mallick placed a paper packet tied on a blue nylon rope on the table. Indranath did not touch it. Chandrakant smiled. Untied the nylon rope knot. He pressed the paper with both hands and held it on the table. He arranged the things next to the paper.
A knife - the blood begins to dry out on its edges. A brass candle stand - quite heavy. Half of a red silk scarf - even in places - is covered in dry blood. And, a scissor.
No one is talking anymore. Indranath is stared towards the things - Chandrakant is stared towards Indranath with a smile on his face.
Indranath's eyes have become sharp.
He said very softly, "a girl has been killed. Fancy, good-looking." Says, turning the paper over, ‘The killer plays race. This paper is distributed in the evening during the race season. Some offer courier delivery at home. One corner of the brown wrapper is glued to a piece of paper - the address was written about it.' He left the paper and picked up the half-scarf. Leaving the chair, he pressed the scarf in front of the glass of the sunny window and saw the handprint on it. Holding the scarf with blood-stained hand, the impression of the hand of the killer is uneven, but it is so clear that the impression is of the right hand.
Indra said, ‘After killing, the killer grabbed the scarf in his right hand and cut it with scissors in his left hand - this is the scissors. The killer is left-handed.'
Chandrakant is listening intently. He smiled, then?
Indranath then sees the red earring on the edge of the scarf. After looking at each red thread in amazement, a small thing fell down - it fell to the floor.
As soon as he jumped out of the chair, Chandrakanth went to grab the object. Indra said, "stop there, dont cross me, danger ahead."
Indra understood that the he was not lying. Now he stood there. Now his eyes are shining brightly behind the black glasses.
Indra says, then there is a intellect behind it. With saying, he grabbed the object with both hands in front of his eyes. The thing has been woven in a thick pattern with red thread. Indra saw it pierced with his nails and removed to the thread. Showed to Chandrakant.
He said, a locket. Printed 'Mount Mary'. Such a locket is found in this church near Bombay. If you wear it around your neck, your fate will open - Chandrakant Mallick, I understood from the look on your face, you are not searching the locket - you were expecting something else. That's why you brought those things with so much effort. You know the killer.
- ‘Yes, I know. But I will not say his name.
- You knew from him, if you kill the girl, you will get a very expensive thing. Although the size is very small. Gems?
- Sapphire. Great Lucky Stone. But he didn't told me the girl's name or address if I grab the stone from her.
- The killer's address?
- Excuse me, we are downstairs people, but never betray. Near the banks of the Ganges. Find out. It is eight o'clock. The police must be worrying about the body. Go, see if you can find out the sapphire. -
- ‘the killer didn’t find the gem? .
- No. The gem is in the girl's house. Well, you didn't told that why there was a brass candle stand in the packet.
- ‘To make the packet heavier. so that it falls into the water and sinks.
- But fell on the launch. Whose launch? Sorry, the secret can't be out. Listen to the explanation of the nylon rope in the packet from me. The killer twisted the rope around her neck and broke it up to her neck - a master craftsman. That's why he brought the rope. Goodbye.
Saying, with a sweet smile, Chandrakant Mallick left the house with his long legs.
Indranath reached the spot at around 9 am with the news from the police station. Beside racecourse, the girl is lying on the third floor of the flat. Thirties. Fair, beautiful, well-groomed. Terrible panic is coming out through the thick coating of cosmetics. She was stabbed twice in her chest. Her pink salwar suit is soaked in blood. The girl used a red silk scarf instead of a veil. The half-cut scarf cut with scissors is pressed into a tight fist.
But the murder was not happened with a nylon rope tied around her neck. There were no white spots, the police doctor said. At first the scarf was wrapped around her neck and she was suffocated. Then the knife hit.
That's why he left house one day. It was seven-o-clock in the morning. Went to Beleghata Main Road. We walked towards Sealdah.
Within a few minutes, he noticed that a man walking in front of him a dozen feet away. Yellow sleeveless vest. A white cloth bag in his hand. From time to time he is standing still, walking, taking flowers out of the bag and throwing them on the pavement, walking straight again.
Crazy or not? But another strange thing is that it can be seen on the opposite sidewalk. A boy wearing shorts is walking there. Age twelve years. Surely the boy from a nearby slum. The man throwing flower in the middle of the sidewalk, and the boy on the sidewalk is immediately marking a round on the wall of the next house with chalk and making a cross mark in the middle.
This is a very funny game. Or a badass gameplan?
That's how the flower thrown nineteen times, writing on the wall nineteen times - then the half-aged person crossed the road and went to the boy. He took a pistol out of his pants pocket and handed it to the half-aged man. The two of them opened the door and entered a house.
The house has three floors. Shop downstairs. Close the upper windows. The front door is open.
Indranath also went inside. The cement-bound old staircase rises from the right side of the door. Standing in the two-storey attic, he saw the long alley dark. All rooms closed. At that time he heard loud noises from the third floor. Items are being vandalized.
Indra reached the three-storey attic by jumping four steps one by one. In a long alley, lights came through a raft door. He reached to the door very speed.
In front, he saw the half-aged man and the boy lifting the two chairs over his head and banging on the floor.
Indranath was going to leave the roar and cross the square and enter.
Suddenly - A voice was heard behind - liquid voice - good morning, Indranath Rudra.
Indra turned quickly. He saw a handsome man in black spectacles, black beard and gray colored safari suit smiling with his teeth out.
Indra said in a hard voice, who are you? What's going on?
The handsome man took out a note of one hundred rupees from his pocket and handed it to the boy. I paid a hundred rupees for it. Go.
The two persons left the room with a smile on their teeth. The handsome man pulled up a chair unharmed and sat down beside the table. If you say, sit in that chair. It's all over. Don't recognize me?
Indranath stiffened his jaw. He understood, a huge joke is making about him. The handsome man opened his glasses and said, this time?
That demonic cat - eyes can be forgot ever? Indranath gritted his teeth and said, ‘Chandranath Mallick?
- “Yes. In your language, I am a fish. Can't be caught. Of course, in my opinion, you are very happy to clash with anti-socials - right?
Indranath said, being joking? Chandrakanta said, my life became poison! If I Jokey with you? Shh! Shh! Would you came if i called? Would not come. So we had to play. If they hadn't been on the road - those two would have played another game.
- ‘What is the need?
- I want to give you a head-boggling gift - which you enjoy.
Indranath had annoyance in one eye and curiosity in the other.
Chandrakanta later said that a boat was going under the Vidyasagar bridge at eleven o'clock last night. A packet of paper is dropped from the bridge onto the Ganges - but it falls on the boat. This is that packet.
Chandrakant Mallick placed a paper packet tied on a blue nylon rope on the table. Indranath did not touch it. Chandrakant smiled. Untied the nylon rope knot. He pressed the paper with both hands and held it on the table. He arranged the things next to the paper.
A knife - the blood begins to dry out on its edges. A brass candle stand - quite heavy. Half of a red silk scarf - even in places - is covered in dry blood. And, a scissor.
No one is talking anymore. Indranath is stared towards the things - Chandrakant is stared towards Indranath with a smile on his face.
Indranath's eyes have become sharp.
He said very softly, "a girl has been killed. Fancy, good-looking." Says, turning the paper over, ‘The killer plays race. This paper is distributed in the evening during the race season. Some offer courier delivery at home. One corner of the brown wrapper is glued to a piece of paper - the address was written about it.' He left the paper and picked up the half-scarf. Leaving the chair, he pressed the scarf in front of the glass of the sunny window and saw the handprint on it. Holding the scarf with blood-stained hand, the impression of the hand of the killer is uneven, but it is so clear that the impression is of the right hand.
Indra said, ‘After killing, the killer grabbed the scarf in his right hand and cut it with scissors in his left hand - this is the scissors. The killer is left-handed.'
Chandrakant is listening intently. He smiled, then?
Indranath then sees the red earring on the edge of the scarf. After looking at each red thread in amazement, a small thing fell down - it fell to the floor.
As soon as he jumped out of the chair, Chandrakanth went to grab the object. Indra said, "stop there, dont cross me, danger ahead."
Indra understood that the he was not lying. Now he stood there. Now his eyes are shining brightly behind the black glasses.
Indra says, then there is a intellect behind it. With saying, he grabbed the object with both hands in front of his eyes. The thing has been woven in a thick pattern with red thread. Indra saw it pierced with his nails and removed to the thread. Showed to Chandrakant.
He said, a locket. Printed 'Mount Mary'. Such a locket is found in this church near Bombay. If you wear it around your neck, your fate will open - Chandrakant Mallick, I understood from the look on your face, you are not searching the locket - you were expecting something else. That's why you brought those things with so much effort. You know the killer.
- ‘Yes, I know. But I will not say his name.
- You knew from him, if you kill the girl, you will get a very expensive thing. Although the size is very small. Gems?
- Sapphire. Great Lucky Stone. But he didn't told me the girl's name or address if I grab the stone from her.
- The killer's address?
- Excuse me, we are downstairs people, but never betray. Near the banks of the Ganges. Find out. It is eight o'clock. The police must be worrying about the body. Go, see if you can find out the sapphire. -
- ‘the killer didn’t find the gem? .
- No. The gem is in the girl's house. Well, you didn't told that why there was a brass candle stand in the packet.
- ‘To make the packet heavier. so that it falls into the water and sinks.
- But fell on the launch. Whose launch? Sorry, the secret can't be out. Listen to the explanation of the nylon rope in the packet from me. The killer twisted the rope around her neck and broke it up to her neck - a master craftsman. That's why he brought the rope. Goodbye.
Saying, with a sweet smile, Chandrakant Mallick left the house with his long legs.
Indranath reached the spot at around 9 am with the news from the police station. Beside racecourse, the girl is lying on the third floor of the flat. Thirties. Fair, beautiful, well-groomed. Terrible panic is coming out through the thick coating of cosmetics. She was stabbed twice in her chest. Her pink salwar suit is soaked in blood. The girl used a red silk scarf instead of a veil. The half-cut scarf cut with scissors is pressed into a tight fist.
But the murder was not happened with a nylon rope tied around her neck. There were no white spots, the police doctor said. At first the scarf was wrapped around her neck and she was suffocated. Then the knife hit.
Indranath told Investigating officer Biren Shasmal, ‘I will catch the killer tonight. But I have to keep one word.
- Tell me?
- ‘I will keep this packet of paper nearby till then. I will return in front of the killer.
I.O. agreed after looking for a while with suspicion in the cunning eyes.
It was eleven o'clock. At twelve o'clock, Indranath was seen in the office of a well-known courier on the banks of the Ganges. Sitting in the manager's chamber, he said, "Which company delivers this evening's race home daily?"
The manager is a very smart guy. As the name implies, Madrasi - Says bengali - is better than any Bengali. look at the paper on the packet, he said, you don't have to go around much. We deliver this paper from house to house in our area.
- ‘Give the names and addresses of those you delivered last evening?
- Of course.
Indranath went out with the names and addresses of eight people. All in Alipore, Khidirpur, racecourse area. He took a taxi to the fourth address and saw that it was also a flat. In Khidirpur area. The caretaker said, ‘Ashu Das? The paper was delivered at eight o'clock last night, he took from me and left at nine o'clock, and returned at twelve o'clock at night.
- ‘Is he in the flat now?
- ‘Out to eat. He is the only man - Bachelor. Return now.
- Then I sat down,
said Indranath and sat down in the chair in front of the caretaker's table. Not even half an hour passed. A bottle green car entered in the yard. A slender man wearing blue jeans and a brick coloured double-pocket shirt came out from the car. Gorgeous fair complexion, swaying body and remarkably handsome. Although the age is over forty. He has a hint of thin mustache and two or four white hairs.
As soon as he came in front of the door with a stick in one hand, the caretaker said,
‘ He is coming.'
Indranath got up as soon as he entered. As soon as he saw a dhoti-Punjabi-wearing smart looking man staring at him, Ashu Das stopped at first. His eyes became sharp.
The next moment he hurried away and stood with his back to the side door. Holding the stick in front with the right hand, the left hand moves backwards while looking for the door handle.
Indranath thought so at first. Ashu Das is trying to turn the handle of the door and put it inside. So, without being afraid of the stick, he remembered walking to the front, saying to Chandranath in his own words.
The killer is left-handed.
- Tell me?
- ‘I will keep this packet of paper nearby till then. I will return in front of the killer.
I.O. agreed after looking for a while with suspicion in the cunning eyes.
It was eleven o'clock. At twelve o'clock, Indranath was seen in the office of a well-known courier on the banks of the Ganges. Sitting in the manager's chamber, he said, "Which company delivers this evening's race home daily?"
The manager is a very smart guy. As the name implies, Madrasi - Says bengali - is better than any Bengali. look at the paper on the packet, he said, you don't have to go around much. We deliver this paper from house to house in our area.
- ‘Give the names and addresses of those you delivered last evening?
- Of course.
Indranath went out with the names and addresses of eight people. All in Alipore, Khidirpur, racecourse area. He took a taxi to the fourth address and saw that it was also a flat. In Khidirpur area. The caretaker said, ‘Ashu Das? The paper was delivered at eight o'clock last night, he took from me and left at nine o'clock, and returned at twelve o'clock at night.
- ‘Is he in the flat now?
- ‘Out to eat. He is the only man - Bachelor. Return now.
- Then I sat down,
said Indranath and sat down in the chair in front of the caretaker's table. Not even half an hour passed. A bottle green car entered in the yard. A slender man wearing blue jeans and a brick coloured double-pocket shirt came out from the car. Gorgeous fair complexion, swaying body and remarkably handsome. Although the age is over forty. He has a hint of thin mustache and two or four white hairs.
As soon as he came in front of the door with a stick in one hand, the caretaker said,
‘ He is coming.'
Indranath got up as soon as he entered. As soon as he saw a dhoti-Punjabi-wearing smart looking man staring at him, Ashu Das stopped at first. His eyes became sharp.
The next moment he hurried away and stood with his back to the side door. Holding the stick in front with the right hand, the left hand moves backwards while looking for the door handle.
Indranath thought so at first. Ashu Das is trying to turn the handle of the door and put it inside. So, without being afraid of the stick, he remembered walking to the front, saying to Chandranath in his own words.
The killer is left-handed.
Because in an instant he moved to one side, neither of the two bullets hit him. The revolver coming out from the hip pocket so fast can only be seen in the movies.
Indranath did not give time to press the trigger for the third time.
I.O. Biren Shasmal came in half an hour. After getting Indranath's heavy punch, the unconscious Ashu Das was handcuffed and taken to his flat. Two-room flat. A bundle of blue nylon rope was found on the bed. The fact that the rope of the packet was cut from this thread, as the both cut edges matched, everything became clear.
Indra said, Ashu Das, your knowledge is now in full swing. We have proof that you killed Pampa. But, why did you suffocate with a scarf without wearing a rope?
Ashu Das looked at Indranath with wide eyes and said, ‘ Are you lover of Pampa or not?
- Not at all. However, in your opinion, bachelor - but did not lose the character. Pampa Sanyal was a Belly Dancer. She was dancing In some hotels. Went in search of lucky sapphire? Not real love?Shit!
- ‘Found sapphire?
- ‘found, Indra smiled, "will see you now."
- ‘Was it at home?
- ‘There was. Right in front of your eyes - in the palm of your hand.
- ‘In the palm of my hand?
- My first question has not been answered yet. You took a nylon rope with him to hang around his neck. But the rope fell - patched with a scarf. Why?
Ashu Das is unresponsive.
The answer was given by Indranath, "would get the sapphire as soon as opened the knot of the scarf. Isn't it?" ‘That’s what she told me.
You also do it in your own hand. Finished with a scarf. You opened the knot and saw the pendant of Mount Mary. Ransacked the room. Not finding anything, then packed all the evidence of the murder in a packet. This is that packet. Put a candle stand in it. This is that stand. Why didn't dig out the candle, Ashu das?
Says, Indranath pulled out digging the candle. It was seen that the stone was came out and burning like a blue sun ... sapphire gem.(a story by Adrish Vardhan)
Read another suspense thriller - A Mysterious Dagger (suspense thriller)
Indranath did not give time to press the trigger for the third time.
I.O. Biren Shasmal came in half an hour. After getting Indranath's heavy punch, the unconscious Ashu Das was handcuffed and taken to his flat. Two-room flat. A bundle of blue nylon rope was found on the bed. The fact that the rope of the packet was cut from this thread, as the both cut edges matched, everything became clear.
Indra said, Ashu Das, your knowledge is now in full swing. We have proof that you killed Pampa. But, why did you suffocate with a scarf without wearing a rope?
Ashu Das looked at Indranath with wide eyes and said, ‘ Are you lover of Pampa or not?
- Not at all. However, in your opinion, bachelor - but did not lose the character. Pampa Sanyal was a Belly Dancer. She was dancing In some hotels. Went in search of lucky sapphire? Not real love?Shit!
- ‘Found sapphire?
- ‘found, Indra smiled, "will see you now."
- ‘Was it at home?
- ‘There was. Right in front of your eyes - in the palm of your hand.
- ‘In the palm of my hand?
- My first question has not been answered yet. You took a nylon rope with him to hang around his neck. But the rope fell - patched with a scarf. Why?
Ashu Das is unresponsive.
The answer was given by Indranath, "would get the sapphire as soon as opened the knot of the scarf. Isn't it?" ‘That’s what she told me.
You also do it in your own hand. Finished with a scarf. You opened the knot and saw the pendant of Mount Mary. Ransacked the room. Not finding anything, then packed all the evidence of the murder in a packet. This is that packet. Put a candle stand in it. This is that stand. Why didn't dig out the candle, Ashu das?
Says, Indranath pulled out digging the candle. It was seen that the stone was came out and burning like a blue sun ... sapphire gem.(a story by Adrish Vardhan)
Read another suspense thriller - A Mysterious Dagger (suspense thriller)
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