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Chapter 5 - The end

"Damn I fell asleep," said the Williams just woke up "What a rage." He watched the room and a shiver went up on the back. He looked toward the window was open. The backpack was still on the table, but it was well placed as he had put Mr. Williams the night before, was quite a bad way, thrown there. "Hmmm ... the window open ... tossed the pack ... but of course! My dream was a revelation! I had reason to believe that the thief took my backpack. If that dream I told the whole truth now I know how the thief acts, all my assumptions were correct, except that the thief does not have a lair! "
He remained seated for half an hour, until the wife woke up and went in the kitchen. The two talked and ate breakfast, but his wife looked at him with a face and a little worried "What's wrong? Are you okay? "Said Williams.
"It is good ... I'm sure I'm on ... well ... go ahead," seemed a bit 'nervous.
They finished their talk, and Mr. Williams told his wife that he would go to Jones to tell him the dream and then he toured the country to see who had hit that night, the mysterious thief.


Mr. Jones after listening carefully to what Williams had to say he said thoughtfully, "I understand ... hmm, well you know what I'm saying? Tonight we take the thief! I sick and tired! I'll help myself, I apposterò with the car in front of your house across the road and control the situation, if the thief is so careless to turn quiet street see him and chase him! As long as you escape ... but now let's check the box next to your house to recover the stolen goods before it is brought to the landfill ... unfortunately for my records there is nothing to do, it seems ... except that it seems to me a bit 'absurd story of the dream detector "They went home, went to the box near Williams' home and recovered items that had been thrown, fortunately, were on the surface. After making the recovery Jones said, "Well, it seems that the dream has told the truth, hardly a throw via a fork and a succulent, not this way at least, these are the items you've dreamed of? "
" Well in my dream the thief was groping around and not see, the fork can be, it was something sharp and with a I would say yes and then handle the plant I saw only the outline and I think this match ... "
" Well ... now that stuff can be of Howard, his wife is fond of succulent plants ... let's go! "
quickly walked a few blocks to to arrive at the home of Howard Scott. They entered the house and asked if the objects were looted of its membership, "Yes, but where did you get? My wife was despairing of the plant, believed was on the ledge and failing to find it was believed to have Alzheimer's! "
The two told everything to Scott. Finite explanations Jones and Williams each took leave and went home. Home
Williams, however, there was the lady, came only after an hour, "Where have you been?" Asked her husband on his return.
"I went by to see how Jones was"
"I see, well tonight will mount guard even from outside the backpack and Theodore will give me a hand when I fell asleep again, or I'm missing the thief"
Mrs. Williams greeted the news with concern and give a monosyllabic are barely perceptible.

was the night. Like that Williams first settled in the chair, with a backpack on the table before him, and a thermos of coffee, but as the night before, Williams fell asleep. Meanwhile, Jones was lurking in the car in front of the house perceived movements in the living room, so got out and got ready to run. A few minutes later, two houses later, a figure came out into the street. Jones knew who he was and followed her, had walked three blocks when the thief disappeared into the darkness, he went on the back of a house and climbed over to go into the garden. Suddenly the voice said to Jones "Femati" the thief is stopped for a few seconds and then continue its journey without even turning. Jones went over and shook the shoulder of a thief, "Philip Wake up!" The thief turned and opened his eyes was Mr. Williams.

Williams looked around in astonishment, then started to pass out, Jones took him by the shoulders and shook him "Philip Oh how sorry I am, I did not want exposed, but you insist to trap the thief also ... do not stop stealing! I'm so sorry that both you and the thief, but you better believe I took, I will help I promise! Would you have been stuck the same, however, the thefts began to be enough for the police and was becoming too obvious that you were the thief. Do you believe in even But he dared not think of dream. Philip I am so sorry! We'll help you, place all! "
Philip Williams began to lose consciousness, kept shaking his head saying" No, no, not me "
" Unfortunately, your first wife came to talk to me, I saw Philip! I wish I was you, but unfortunately it is so ... "
" No, not me, NOT IOOO "then put his hand to his heart as if he had a thick, bent over in pain and fainted. A few minutes later in hospital, said his death was a heart attack.

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After about an hour Mr. Williams was already back home. When he entered, the lady ran "Oh there you are at last! Where have two hours that you are gone do you know you've done? Did you forget your phone at home! Now the room is cold! "
" Sorry darling ... "Mr. Williams said in a tone a bit 'pleading" ... but I found a highly significant and are to report progress by Theodore ... now eat and tell you everything. " The two had lunch and told Williams everything to his wife "... so I concluded that this night I will guard the bag and wait for our man is made alive, who do you think?"
"Well ... if you feel ... but you would not want to use the gun?"
"No I do not think, however, in an emergency is better than taking a hand that you never know, but I promise that I will do everything to avoid having to use or how much less threatening to shoot! Believe me, "he said taking her hand, caressing it with his thumb.
Mrs. Williams sighed resignedly.

Calò night. "Then I go to bed, I would recommend careful and be cautious, I do not think be able to sleep and do not scruple to call you, "said Mrs. visibly worried," Please be careful! "
" You're quiet, but unless your name is not me, no matter what you do not do anything. Do not worry, ok? "
" Ok "said increasingly concerned and in a voice trembling as if he were about to cry. He ran upstairs, into the bedroom to avoid her husband to worry unnecessarily.
Mr. Williams sat in the chair in the living room coffee table in the backpack and placed it in front of him. He had also prepared a thermos full of coffee. After about an hour he poured a cup of coffee but noticed a trembling hand on the voltage, so he decided to fix it "just this cup, just to calm down a bit''he thought. A few minutes after drinking the cup crashed into a deep sleep.
He dreamed of being a thief, not a thief any he dreamed of being the thief that had to fit precisely. In his dream, Mr. Williams entered his house to the kitchen window overlooking the rear of the house, went into the hallway and passed through the door at the bottom of it, the cellar door . He took the backpack and went out to where it was entered. Outside there was a slight haze and the road was lit up from some lamp posts scattered throughout the country. Mr. Williams, well, the thief who dreamed of being, after going through the back gardens of some houses left in the street where he went quietly and peacefully for several blocks. On the streets there was no one but he did not give the same eye, in part because it was extremely quiet, in part because it uses portions of the road is not lit, and partly because by now everyone was asleep for a while '. At one point he went on the back of a house across the garden, climbed over the fence easily, and found himself on the back of the house next door, silently opened the window and went inside. It was in the kitchen, the dark, closed the window behind him and moved groping. He put his hand on an object a bit 'particular, sting a bit ', probably a fork, opened the bag and threw it inside. He went to the adjacent room, still moving very cautiously, but this room was slightly illuminated by light of a lamppost in the street filtering through the blinds, went to the table but found nothing. We then headed towards the living room window to get out, stumbled on a pair of slippers, outlets, and put them in his backpack. Also took a cactus plant that stood on the windowsill. It was getting late and heard noises from the street parallel. He left the house through the window and ran to his house, but before you get stopped at a dumpster, emptied the bag and ran home. When he was the house opened the window in the living room threw the backpack on the table and ran away disappearing into the darkness. At this point Mr. Williams awoke suddenly.

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"Hey baby? Because my backpack was soaked in whiskey in the cellar? "Williams said with mild and terrible suspicion.
"I do not know I do not drink whiskey and do not use your backpack, "said the wife disinterested.
"Hmm I'm afraid I have understood, it is better to shed light on the case! I run by Jones to report the news "and said it ran out the door and walked toward the house of Theodore.

"Hey, hey!" Began to yell "Hey Theodore! I have news! Open to me, let me in! Hurry! "
The door opened and Williams went out of breath" What?! Has something happened? "Said Mrs. Jones at the door.
"Porto sensational news." He heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and Mr. Jones would not stop grumbling and complaining.
"What? What is all this fuss? She came down the house? Oh hello ... Philip "Mrs. Jones
air caring and concerned" Oh dear! Mr. Williams has come here to race saying he has news! "
" Sure, look what I found! "And showed him the backpack.
"Well ... is your backpack ... nice ..." said Jones with an odious ironical tone, raising his left eyebrow. He was very annoyed by the visit and Mr. Williams, 'even when we were working together' he always said to his wife 'tormented me constantly, always take too seriously all cases that captain, and even now, that we are retired, continues to torment me with cases which makes up most of the time as if we were still in service! '
"No no, look good," and shows it to him better, "Whiskey! Probably the same who stole whiskey in Lawrence! You know what I mean? "
" It's you that the thief! "
" Do not talk nonsense Theodore! It means that the thief with whom we have to do is every night in my house, I take a backpack, is to accomplish its theft, it empties the bag at its base and gives it to me! "
" That's ridiculous! " then thought for a bit ', underneath was beginning to be curious to chance. "Strength enter. " They entered the house and sat on the couch in the living room "a drink?" Jones said pulling out two glasses and a bottle of scotch. Williams nodded. "Because a thief," Jones began pouring drinks and taking it to the guest "should bother to come to your house, take only a backpack and nothing else, go and rob other people, even back to the base and then return the backpack ?! Did not want a house in a backpack? then why would than return it? Then again, why your backpack? "
" Theodore Oh, do not know you anymore! Once you were not this kind of question, "said in a tone that sounded like a good-natured scolding. He continued, "the thief with whom we have to do is obvious that he does not get rich but does so for the fun of stealing, what if they want to do your remote control? It is clear that it is because it tries to create havoc taste or because her life feels so empty and devoid of emotions that only a certain thing you can give a little 'as the feeling we were looking for when we were young people enrolled in the police, remember, Theodore? "he said with an air of nostalgia.
"Yeah," Jones said, sipping his scotch and staring into space, "those good old times ... but you did not answer the question, for just you? "
" I just do not know, I'd like to know, just ask him the framed! "
" About what do you think you saw that the police will not lift a finger? "
" do not know yet, it is likely I'll need your help ... I think tonight will mount guard in front of the bag ... even if the thief will strike tonight, as is very likely then will pick up a backpack ... for now I can do it alone, I'll stop the boy and ... "
" boy? "
" I do not think that a boy may be looking for a good girl and strong emotions "
" Hmmm you can stay there ... "
" ... anyway, "Williams continued," I was saying, I will look into a backpack, and when our subject in question will present itself, I'll stop, I will say where he hid the stolen goods and deliver it to the police in ... I keep a gun hidden wine cellar, the earth to bring in case the thief rebels. Now I go to Lloyd's to report the news. I'll keep you informed, see you soon! "Drank the last sip of scotch and went.

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"I'm sorry, but it will not open an investigation, believe it was a girl, nothing to worry about ..." said Mr. Williams, "But do not worry! I'll help you, I want to go deeper in this matter "
" Thank you very much ... "said Mr. Jones with a vacant look.
"Now I take the trouble, you will have many things to talk about the" way it was entered, was released. Mr. Williams returned

home thoughtfully. He entered the house, went into the living room, he prepared a whiskey in his chair and sat staring into space. A few minutes later went in also that Mrs. Williams had left to go to mass.
"I'm at home, you already returned?" Said entering the living room "Oh dear, what happened? Why are you drinking already? It's morning! "Mrs. Williams was very emotional and gossip, and are easily alarmed if she saw her husband already drinking in the morning was crazy.
"No no, do not worry darling I was just thinking ..." his expression was impassive and his eyes are not taken down from the floor "have stolen some items home of Mr. Jones! The police do not want to take up the matter then it's up to me! "
" Oh dear, if so I'll help you too! "

Night came. A mysterious figure moving in the darkness of the road. He entered a house through the living room window. He approached the table, opened the backpack and we put the bottle of whiskey still open and the tray of fruit, dropping a couple of candy apples that made a splash on the floor, which startled the thief, who went out in a hurry, forgetting closing the window behind him.

The next morning, at home, Lloyd was very cold. Mrs. Lloyd, just dropped in residence, was petrified, "Lawrence! Get out now! "Was pretty angry" Lawrence quack "
" Arrival arrival here I am! "Said Mr. Lloyd rather annoyed and impatient, down the stairs," What are you yelling! What is it? "
" what have you last night? Look what a mess! "
" I did not do anything ... hey! My whiskey! What has happened?! He went out the window! "
" On not invent nonsense! What have you yesterday? It seemed clear that it was the last time you lifted your elbow or not? "
'But my dear I do not have done anything, so I did not no elbow! Someone must be entered and must have taken! "
" It sure as not, in fact all you are waiting to distract you for a moment to steal your whiskey! It was more probable that the bottle had gone away on its own, "said the wife in a tone a bit 'resignation.
"But ..."
"Aaah nothing but! Stop it! Shame on you, at your age ... rather than tell me why there are two apples on the ground and what happened to the rest of the fruit and the tray! "
" I just do not know! And yet I got drunk last night! I think I need a walk to clear my head .. " and said this, Mr. Lloyd went upstairs, got dressed and left the house.
He made four or five blocks away when she met Mr. Williams: "Oh prejudice Lawrence, how are you?"
"But anyway ... my wife thinks that last night I got drunk with whiskey and I've done a bit 'of disaster ..."
"What ?! What kind of disasters? "Asked Mr. Williams rather curious and looking suspicious.
"Well first of all I paid a bit 'of whiskey on the floor, I dropped a couple of apples and done away with the tray of fruit on the fruit ... the fact is that I do not remember anything like it and I think I'm so drunk not much to remember ... and even more serious trouble is that if I do not find the tray my wife kill me: it takes a lot to that damn tray! "
" I understand ... well the idea seems a bit 'risky, but it could be stolen ... "
" Theft? Come on do not be ridiculous, "Lloyd said with a laugh a bit 'forced' Do you think anyone enters my house, takes the tray of fruit, empty bottle of whiskey on the floor and takes it away, when there were a lot of other bullshit that certainly worth more than the punishment to be taken? "
" I know, I know, actually sounds a bit 'absurd and ridiculous, but its back Jones now at home and there is also such a thing happened, they think they stole the remote control! "he said sounding a little 'joke, I'll be back more serious" and album of Bob Dylan ... "
" What! He will come to a heart attack when he discovered the theft! But what explains the fact that I can not remember where he put the stuff ... "He paused briefly," but what kind of thief is that theft is that? "
" I do not know it seems a little boy who wants to do some stunt and goes into taking home the first thing that comes under fire as a trophy ... the rest can not be a professional as it does not go beyond the living room ... "
"Yeah ... Hmmm ... maybe you took something else, better get back home to check ... and tell my wife I will be very difficult to restore the tray ..." Lloyd said that he took leave and headed home with an air even more thoughtful when he was released.

Mr. Williams, who was also headed for home. When told all the news came home to his wife. After the interview went into the bedroom and put his jogging suit when he asked: "... by the way, is a bit 'that I no longer see my backpack, you know where?"
The corridor he heard the voice of wife: "er ... I think the last time they saw him in the cellar ... "
'In the basement? But we do there? ' Williams thought. He went down in the basement and immediately saw the backpack, "hey! But it's wet! "He complained," but this is not water, is ... "He sniffed it best:" ... whiskey. "

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A dark figure moved swiftly and silently in the dark. On the streets there was a slight mist lightly. The sinister figure entered a house through the back door. He opened a black bag and began to put in some items that he found on the furniture: a pair of wooden statuettes, clip, remote control and five albums of Bob Dylan that were on the stereo in the living room. Once finished filming for the home, the thief, very quietly left the house and ran away disappearing into the darkness.

Mr. Jones, the next morning awoke, got up and went into the living room. Let out a scream that was heard in the middle of the country. "My precious discs! "
" What is it dear? What happened? "Said the alarmed wife, who had been awakened with a start URL inhumane.
"My records! My precious discs. " Mr. Jones was a retired police officer, more than sixty, a huge fan of Bob Dylan, but despite his age, kept in good physical shape and still had a pretty athletic. Mrs. Jones was a distinguished lady who spent his days making up the shield of an old worn chair.
A voice from out the window said: "What?" Was Mr. Williams: he was the retired cop most of the village busybody. Even he, like Jones, was more than sixty, were gentlemen, therefore, were known for many years. "I passed by here to do my morning run and I heard a scream, something happened?".
"No. .. nothing," said Mr. Jones.
Mrs. Jones was looking out the window. "Oh, he saw Mr. Williams, one thing is incredible! Some vandal came into our house and robbed us! "
" Oh my god! It's terrible! Absolutely must call the police! Check now to see the crime scene! You have to nail down the investigation and the criminal, "said Williams all alarmed. He ran into the house.
"Oh great!" Mr Jones said wryly, "Now there moller Williams until a new 'case made for him'! And most will tell his wife that gossip as soon let you know in the whole country! "
" Oh dear ... "seemed somewhat disappointed.
"Here I am!" Mr. Williams had entered "You called the police?"
"No, we just discovered the theft, we have not had the time, but we did not even hurry, the more of a complaint what can we do?" Jones said with resignation rather than air.
"You're kidding! We must go to the police immediately, rather we go I to you! What did they steal? "Williams said all alarmed and excited, as he pulled out his notebook and a pen.
"Five of my album of Bob Dylan, a paperweight and a remote control ..." Jones said listlessly.
"... and also two statuettes of wood ..." he whispered, as if Mrs. Jones was a little 'afraid of her husband. Williams wrote so quickly.
"It is true also two statuettes of wood ..."
"Ok now I run from the police and go back in a flash," said Williams, who ran out of the house directly to the police.
"Goodbye and thank you very much!" Said Mrs. Jones still shaken and alarmed.

After only half an hour Mr. Williams was back from the police station.

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