Chapter 1
Broken window with a shriek from house number 66, Marconi street, early September morning, Mrs.Dakota carrying the house on her head, got over a printed story from Evans’s desk with a diagrammatic representation of a boy wearing a crown holding a golden sphere behind iron bars with a spear pointing upwards(in 3D view) reading410/210. Mrs.Dakota rushed out in search of Evans in the locality, ringed up every known contact and left no stone unturned. But after hours of futile efforts, finally dialed 999. Mr.Carter, Chief detective officer took up the case.
On briefly investigating the only clue that was the printed copy, he left to unfold the intertwined ends. Boarding the train to North town, he got off at a small cottage and with meticulous planning, went on to get the supplies and finally left for executing the same. He went to the abandoned central cellular jail, north town.
Behind the woods in the extreme north-east,was the control centre. Mr.Carter stood before the door. The bean slot opened and the keeper questioned his identity. ‘i’m the newly recruited night keeper’ replied Mr carter. ‘You will be screened first, get to the backdoor with your supplies’ said the keeper. The keeper explained the rules and held out his arms at the shoulder level of Mr.Carter. Something hard here’. My reading glasses, replied mr carter. Then he opened the suitcase which comprised of a copy of The Church times, a few blank sheets, pen, a bottle with the tag reading ‘pain reliever pills’, and semi inflated rubber ring seeing which the keeper asked, ‘ Do you mind telling me why have you brought this, thinking of going for a swim?’. Mr carter’s hitherto amiable demeanor was slightly ruffled and he answered, I suffer from hemorrhoids. After this, he was allowed to get into the control room. In the CCTV he keenly observed every bits and pieces of the central jail and found out something obscure in the basement. Both shared drinks while chatting, when Mr. Carter successfully made the keeper doze off and left.
It was 12:30 am and Mr. Carter got his black coat on and headed towards the basement from the hidden tunnel (about which he got to know from the drunk keeper). There was a password-protected golden sphere beside the cemented door with iron railings.The railings went apart and the door opened up on entering the password. Amongst the smoky darkness echoed a voice saying ‘Finally, after an eager await, Carter….Took you a bit longer than expected.’
Carter: Mr.Snell!
Snell: yes! …thank god, atleast you identified me. I gave you so many hints though to reach here.
Carter: where’s Evans?
Snell: have patience man. Look behind…there he is.
[evans had been placed in a glass container with a brain-computer interface; he had been using evans for his research]
Carter: noooo, don’t do that to him!
The very next moment, mr carter grabbed out his tactical pen, giving a forehand strike,thereby making him unconscious. Then as was planned, swapped the coats, pressed the alert buzzer ,impersonating to be the Mr.Snell,got evans out and ran from the same secret tunnel.
Meanwhile carter’s force ready outside to catch hold Mr.Snell. On their way back, Snell, awashed with blood dripping off his hair,beard and collar, questioned carter, ‘where did you manage to get this blood from?’ to which he replied, ‘ papa piggy with trisodium citrate never betrays me!’
Snell: and how did you manage to get to the northern cellular jail?
Carter: The sphere with the spear and ofcourse the pincode. You actually gave many hints (shooking his head in a token of reluctant admiration).
Mr.Carter and Evans got off at marconi street.Carter: Get Mr.Snell to his NEW research centre, driver.
[the van left]Driver: Where do you suggest we make for,sir?
Snell: How about Newbury this time!
