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Feb-17-2009 15:51

((First of all, thousand apologies for not showing up for so long due to busy schedule. Secondly, I have already written the things I am going to post in the MS Word. And thirdly, I am also in the game as Yousuf Ahmad.
Now looks like I have introduced everything, so let us start. Note that you are free to post anything as that would help me in my school work.
Now please, don't ask my age and listen, I was busy due to exams.
See you on the stage!))

Feb-17-2009 15:52

(In India)
“Can you help me?” Abdur Rahman heard a man’s voice from behind his back

Abdur Rahman Ahmad came to the National Park to enjoy the weather. He was pleased about the letter in his pocket which was from his friend Yousuf Ahmad. Yousuf Ahmad was coming on a short visit to Abdur Rahman’s country.
As Abdur Rahman was sitting on the bench watching the young boys playing hockey, he heard that voice.
He turned and saw an old man with a cane his hand. Abdur Rahman said politely: “How may I help you?”
“My son has gone missing!” he wept
“Then why don’t you report to the police?” Abdur Rahman asked
“I did that but they don’t know where to start from and what to do next. Therefore, I came to you.” He answered
“Why would you come to me and how did you come to know about me and how did you know where I was right now?” Abdur Rahman asked and the man was bewildered because of all these questions.
He regained control over himself and replied with a sigh: “Do you really need to know that?”
Abdur Rahman was dumbfounded. As a matter of fact, these questions were really of no use to him.
He smiled and said: “Provide me with all the information you have and I shall see what I can do for you.”
The man replied: “My son works at a post office in Delhi. He comes to see us at the end of every month but this time, he did not.”
Abdur Rahman said: “Maybe he is busy and cannot come.”
The old man replied: “If he was busy, he would have sent a letter as he did that once before.”
Abdur Rahman said: “I see! What is the name of your son? And what post does he have at the post office and which post office does he works in?”
The old man looked at Abdur Rahman as if he was one of the wonders of the world. That was natural as detectives usually ask questions one at a time but it was Abdur Rahman Ahmad, a man who would ask all his questions and would not move from his place unless all of them were answered.
*continued*

Feb-17-2009 15:53

The old man replied: “His name is Rahul Malotra and he works at the central post office as a postman.”
Abdur Rahman said: “I suppose that would do, tell me your name and address so I could contact you for report.”
The old man replied: “My name is Ajay Malotra and I live at the twenty-fifth street on Tenth Avenue, building number five thirty eight, flat number ten.”
Abdur Rahman replied with assurance: “Leave the things to me for now and do not worry, be happy.”
Abdur Rahman left the park with a smile on his face. Although he was wondering who sent that old man to him, he was enthusiastic on getting the case of ‘THE LOST POSTMAN’.

Abdur Rahman took a train at night. He bought the economic class ticket and now was sitting on a seat with two other men beside him. Abdur Rahman felt sleepy and closed his eyes. After that, he did not know what happened. When he woke up, he heard the announcement for the passengers disembarking at the Delhi railway station. Abdur Rahman had slept throughout the journey. He hurried and carried his briefcase off the train.
Abdur Rahman was now in Delhi. He took some rest at the ‘Royal Peacock’ and asked Chander who was the waiter there to bring him some black tea with milk and one teaspoon of sugar. It was nine in the morning and people have done there breakfast and Abdur Rahman was the only customer there. For this reason, Chander was standing beside him like obedient children would stand in front of their parents, at the service of the only customer. Abdur Rahman asked him to sit down but he was hesitant to do so. He told that they were not allowed to do so while on duty. At the insistence of Abdur Rahman, he sat down on the opposite chair. Abdur Rahman asked him about Rahul and he replied: “Rahul and I are best friends. We always meet once or twice a week but I have not seen Rahul since last week. In fact, he did not show up at ‘The Chapel’ on Sunday this week. I do not know where he is right now and I am worried about him.
*continued*

Feb-17-2009 15:54

By the way, why are you asking me about Rahul.”
Abdur Rahman told him the whole thing and Chander replied: “You should go see Mr. Adri Santhanam, the Missionary as Rahul always meets him every Sunday and discusses personal matters with him. Another person you can meet is Devi Nehru, she is the postal clerk at the central post office and might know something.”
Abdur Rahman thanked Chander and stepped out the Royal Peacock. He knew that if the matters were deep, then no one would know a thing but, he still walked to the chapel to test his luck.

Feb-17-2009 15:55

(In London, England)
Yousuf Ahmad was doing breakfast and reading the newspaper at the same time that was an old habit of his. As he was about to finish, a bang was heard and the whole building of Doyle State was shaken. Yousuf Ahmad fell on the ground as well as his last bites and the plate he was eating in. The explosion was really disastrous. After gaining control, Yousuf ran outside to see what had happened. He saw the clouds of smoke rising from the South-East direction. He walked briskly and reached the place of incident. Yousuf was shocked on seeing that the building on fire was a special room of Criminal Investigation Department. He hurried to the police headquarters and found the commissioner. He asked what was going on in the special room that time. The commissioner seemed as if he did not want to tell a thing but when Yousuf insisted too much, the commissioner replied: “We caught some bad guys last night, smuggling. We tried to interview them but they were not an easy chase. Therefore, I ordered to take them to the special room. And then, when they were being interviewed, the explosion put the building on fire.”
Yousuf asked: “Did they have any connections with some mob or something?”
The commissioner replied: “I do not know a thing about it. They were the most stubborn people I have ever encountered with. They would not answer, no matter how much we asked or how much we insisted or how much we ensured their safety or how much we threaten them. You see they would not be affected by any of these methods.”
Yousuf thanked the commissioner and went to the crime scene again.
He spent about half to one hour there, trying to gather witness evidence but failed. No one ever saw anyone suspicious and they never would for they were all very busy minding their own business.

Feb-17-2009 15:55

Yousuf went to the Shady Character but he also told nothing. He met the Faction Leaders and requested them to gather some information regarding the case from their Faction Bosses, even though the leaders did the job and the bosses answered the question, there was no luck. La Cosa Nostra, Eastern Traids and Green Hand were also in dark. At this time, Yousuf felt helpless for a moment but then headed towards his apartment. He had a lot of work to do, that would take days and maybe even months.

Feb-19-2009 13:38

(In Delhi, India)
Abdur Rahman met with the missionary named Adri Santhanam. Abdur Rahman asked if he knew something about Rahul Malotra but the missionary nodded in negative.
Abdur Rahman next stepped towards the central post office. There he met the postal clerk named Devi Nehru. He asked her if she knew anything but received a reply as “No!”
Abdur Rahman then asked her the address of the missing postman and she told that he lived in an apartment near to the Bengal Flats.
Abdur Rahman headed over to the house of Rahul Malotra. He didn’t bother to pick the lock and received the key from the manager of the building by telling him that he was a friend and was looking for some information.
Searching the house did not bring any luck either. Abdur Rahman was still in dark. He did not know where to go and what to do. He could only pray that he encounter to some incident, like fictional detectives always do, so that he could continue his investigation and find the son of that old man.

Feb-19-2009 13:40

(In London, England)
It was raining when a man in a long coat came out from a small cottage. He put his hand on his fedora and started walking towards the tricky mister bar. He proceeded towards a tall rather huge man and asked him something. The man nodded and replied in something in a low tone. The other minute, the first man (with the long coat and fedora) was out walking through the streets of London. He finally stopped at a mansion. It belonged to a man who was known as a walking encyclopedia. He rang the bell and a butler opened the door. He showed his card and after a short period of time, he was waiting in a luxurious sitting room for the ‘walking encyclopedia’.
Two minutes later, a man, probably in his fifties entered and said: “It is my pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yousuf Ahmad. How are you doing? It is been years since we last met and that meeting was regarding a case. That time you were working in the police but then you retired. Why would you leave like this?”
Yousuf Ahmad smiled: “Man! You still talk like old days. I would answer your questions but right now, I AM ON A CASE! You get me? Now please, tell me about the incident that happened five years ago at the exhibition near the train station, in the month of October.”
The other man replied: “You seem to remember everything. What do I need to tell you?”
Yousuf said: “I need all the details. Do you remember everything?”
The other man replied: “I might not remember everything but my library must have. I shall go check. In the mean time, close your eyes and give a rest to your brain. You are sleepy, no need to guess. Your eyes are enough evidence that you are exhausted.”
The man went out and Yousuf grinned. It was true that he hadn’t slept last night because he was busy enough to even think about sleep.
(continued)

Feb-19-2009 13:41

The day when the accident happened, one man arrested was saved from burning but he passed away, maybe because of the shock. But, even though he passed away, Yousuf, after returning from interviewing the faction leader and bosses, found something very interesting on him. It was a mark rather a tattoo on his left leg. Yousuf did not really see the body, but the pictures taken by the forensics. He knew he had seen that tattoo before. Therefore, he spent the whole night searching through his case files and finally found what he needed.
He read that case file and found that that mark belonged to a special underground syndicate whose members were never caught but if they were, they were assassinated before they could be interviewed.

Yousuf did not know how much he slept but when he woke up, he found himself tied with ropes in a dark room. He said: “Mr. Edward Anderson, are you here too?”
He heard a reply in a weak voice from Mr. Anderson. Mr. Anderson told him that he found the information he (Yousuf) wanted, but as soon as he took the file out, someone attacked him from behind and knocked him out. Then, when he woke up, he was all tied with ropes in a dark room.
Yousuf tried to reach his coat’s back pocket which was hidden in such a manner that not even a keen eye could notice it. He succeeded in doing so. Next, he took out his switch blade and cut all the ropes off him. He then advanced towards Mr. Anderson with the help of his (Anderson) voice and cut his ropes. Yousuf managed to be careful enough to cut the ropes in such a manner that they were still useful. The both then started searching for the light switch. They found it after half an hour and the room was brightly lit.
Next thing they saw was that they were in a room with no door and no window. They looked up and saw that there was a large ventilator on the roof which was approximately ten yards high. Not even ‘Mr. High Jumper’ could jump that high.
(continued)

Feb-19-2009 13:41

Yousuf knew that they were thrown in by the ropes. The second he thought that, another thought came into his mind: “If they wanted to kill us, they could have done that in Mr. Anderson’s mansion. If they did not want to leave a single clue behind, they could have just dropped us from the ventilator and we our bones would be broken into pieces. But why would they bother to carefully keep us in this room without any escape. They don’t want to kill us; they want to do something else.” As he thought about it, he jumped with fear. Eventually, the thought was really a terrifying one. He prayed that it was wrong. Anderson asked why he jumped and he replied: “I thought of a horrible thing. The people who abducted us want to perform some particular actions in our disguise and after that, they would release us which means that all the blame would be set on us and they would enjoy the show while drinking wine, whiskey, beer or whatever, laughing at us being accused of many crimes they committed.”
Anderson was shaken because of fear and he said: “That’s impossible! That’s ridiculous!”
Yousuf replied with a sigh: “I wish it is.”

Feb-20-2009 04:36

It has been two days since Abdur Rahman visited the missing postman’s apartment. Although he was still praying to encounter some incident which leads to some clues, he had not sat still. He took the rest at nights and in the morning, he would be found on the streets interviewing different people.
Finally, after a struggle of two days, he was given a small clue which might be helpful and may not be helpful.
Abdur Rahman was now walking towards a small café. There he talked to the counter clerk for sometime and his eyes started shining. After all, he had gotten some leads.
Next minute, Abdur Rahman was sitting in a cab which was heading towards a certain destination. When the cab stopped, Abdur Rahman descended, paid the man and entered a large building. It was an office.
Abdur Rahman asked the man sitting at the reception about Mr. Derrick and received a reply that Mr. Derrick was on leave for two months.
“What the…!” exclaimed Abdur Rahman
He was really frustrated by all this ‘searching for clues’ and ‘wandering on the street’ business. He really wished that he could become one of the fictional detectives who never end up at a dead end and solve cases while sitting on their comfortable armchairs, drinking whatever they want.
Abdur Rahman took some rest and went out to wander through the streets again, interviewing different people.