The Monkey Princess (stellanova) wrote,
The Monkey Princess

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...the obvious theif.....

Today, meine Freunde, I have decided to treat you all. Yes, I have decided to share some of my juvenilia. The Anna of 1986/87 was a strange little creature, with a head full of '20s detective novels and school fiction. I seldom read anything post-1950 in those days, as can be seen in the language, and, more funnily, the bizarre attitudes to social class (wait till you read The Parlourmaid Heiress. You wouldn't have thought I'd be writing a thesis on Brecht ten years later). This is the first chapter of the first story about "youthful detective" Phyllis Hall; if people enjoy it, I'll put up the rest....

All punctuation, spelling etc, is unchanged.

The Diamonds of Paris Row

Chapter One

A Robbery at Paris Row

Phyllis Hall looked up as the phone rang. She went over to the telephone table.
"Hello?" she said. "Oh, Miss Hall!" said a tearful wavering voice.
"Miss Rowen?" said Phyllis. "What is it?"
"It's dear Agatha's diamonds," said Miss Rowen. "They're gone!"
"Gone!" cried Phyllis Hall. "Your poor cousin's diamonds?"
Only a month ago, Miss Rowens cousin had died and left Miss Rowen her very rare and precious diamonds. It now seemed they were gone. [you think?]
"Would you call at my house?" said Phyllis. "You will? Oh, thanks! See you then!"
Phyllis put down the phone with a very worried face. Who would have stolen them - they were hidden in a tiny hidey hole - which noone knew about except Miss Rowen and her kindly house keeper Miss Akin [note: I was shit at making up names. I have no idea where I got 'Akin' from]. Phyllis was thinking about all this when the bell rang. The housemaid opened the door and showed in Miss Rowen, an elderly lady. "Good day Miss hall," she said.
"Good day, dear Miss Rowen," sid Phyllis gently. She knew Miss Rowen was very upset. "How did it happen?"
"Oh, I went to check on my diamonds this morning and they were gone!" sighed the old lady.
"Was there signs of forced entry?" said Miss Hall.
"No. There must be some other key, of which I don't know..." said Miss Rowen.
"Leave it to me," said Phyllis Hall. "I'll get them - I hope."
Later Phyllis found some family records of Agatha Rowen. Her mother had died, and when her father remarried, his new wife had a daughter. In the will, nothing had been left to Agatha's half-sister...who was the obvious theif [sic].

But as Phyllis read on, the half-sister had to gone to France, and was probably still there. Phyllis decided to visit Miss Rowen the next day.

That day duly arrived. Phyllis was shown in by the kindly housekeeper, Mrs Aiken [sic], a kindly widow. "Hello, Miss Rowen," said Phyllis. The unhappy old lady turned round. "I don't suppose you've found the theif?" she said, without much hope. "'Fraid not," sighed Phyllis Hall. "I'll try...."
"Oh, I won't expect wonders," said the old lady with a wintery smile. "But-please try!"
"I will Miss Rowen, don't worry," replied Phyllis, smilingly. Leaving the upset old lady behind, Phyllis Hall quitted the household, puzzled and bemused. Unless it was an inside job - no! Mirs Aiken, the only servant, was too kind and gentle to rob an old ladies [sic] jewals [sic]! The robbery at Paris Row's clues had stopped!

To Be Continued!
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