The Case of the Spinning Lock

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“So, let me get this straight. You mean to tell me that the bank vault just opened all by itself?”

“Yes, detective, that’s exactly what happened. I know it sounds fantastical, but one moment the vault was tightly closed and the next it was open!”

“Now there, there. Have a cup of tea,” the famous English detective said to his newest client, the president of the local bank. “Now we better have the story from the beginning, with all the details, please. Even the smallest thing may be of the utmost importance.”

“Well, it all began when I locked the bank up last night. I personally went around and checked every single lock, since there’s been a number of robberies in the area lately. The main vault, which is equipped with the latest electron locks, was all in order, locked up as tight as the crown jewels. I left, and nothing eventful seemed to occur the rest of the evening.

“The next morning, that is, today, I went to the bank and found the security guard in a panic. Without relaying the whole of the conversation, the guard claims that when he came in this morning he found all the gold missing! When he watched the footage from the security cameras, he saw the vault door swing open, all by itself. A few moments later two men came and hauled away the money. I looked into it myself, and it was all as he said.”

“Hold on for just a moment. Where was the night guard?”

“We don’t have a night guard, sir. We have the latest alarm system that when tripped in any sort of way immediately contacts the police. But the alarm did not go off, which is why the crime was not discovered until this morning. ”

“Is there a code that could turn off the alarm system?”

“Of course there is, but only I and a few trusted personnel have the number. And I know none of them are to blame.”

“I’ll take your word for it. Just one more question, are you certain that nothing could be seen opening up the vault?”

“Absolutely. You can have a look at the tape if you want too.”

“Perhaps in time. In the meanwhile,” the detective stood and placed his deer-stalker hat on his head. “If you’ll excuse me, the game is afoot!”

Later that evening, the detective called the president from the bank to the airport where they were met by an inspector of Scotland Yard. “Would you mind telling me what this is all about?” the confused president questioned.

“Certainly,” the detective complied. “As the good Inspector already knows, I have found the man responsible for the unfortunate robbery this morning.”

“How on earth did you manage to solve that?”

“Elementary. Though it was indeed quite a singular case. I inspected the grounds of the bank and found nothing but the footprints of the two henchmen that performed the robbery last night. Now, it is only logical that the men on the security tape are not the ones who organized the crime, as the true master mind would not be foolish enough to show his face on screen.

“The next step, of course, was to figure out how the criminal got the bank vault to open. Without boring you with the long details of my quest, I deduced that the door was opened by another door.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“As you know, the lock on your vault is an electron fastening mechanism. What you probably didn't know was that the company that makes such locks made a critical error. In the manufacturing process the electrons that compose your lock became entangled with another identical lock. They never caught the mistake. The two locks were sold, one to yourself, the other to a ‘banker’ in Scotland.”

“Scotland? What does Scotland have to do with anything?”

“The man I refer to as ‘banker’ is actually a well-known villain in the crime underworld. He uses his bank as a front for his nefarious dealings. His motive is quite transparent. He wanted to make himself richer by exploiting the lock company’s blunder. By opening his lock, it immediately opened your bank lock 400 miles away.”

“This is quite astonishing!”

“Please close your gaping mouth before some bug decides to fly in, my good sir. Now,” the detective turned to the Inspector, “if you would be so kind as to accompany me to Edinburgh.”

About the Author: 
My name is Autumn Smith and I live in Washington State. I'm a geeky nerd that loves old shows like the Twilight Zone and the Andy Griffith Show. I also love riding my horse, Margie, and studying physics. Total nerd and proud of it :)