Looking out of my first-class carriage window I saw luscious green fields where wild foliage crawled out from in between the fields like weeds and pavement slabs, nature taking ahold of the ground. I heard the loud huffs and p uffs of the train, so near and yet so distant. There is not a feeling quite like being on a mission and I for one should know, I have encountered many.

I turned the Rebecca only to find that she was sleeping peacefully upon the seat beside me. I smiled. It had been hours since we set of from Paddington Station, their cases filled the brim with the average travelling essentials, some less average. Yes beneath the clothes and passports one may find a magnifying glass, finger print samples, cases books and most importantly the book of all the most dangerous criminals in history. Great pressure was on us to keep a good care of it, some people cannot be trusted with such a object. I don’t think that Rebecca can be trusted very many things, she knows what she wants and wouldn’t let anything get in her way. She seems to think that everything is as they are simply for her own benefit, but look under her hard service and she is as kind as anything. She would hurt a fly… thinking of that she probably would. But still.

As if to answer my calls, at that moment she woke up with a jolt. Still not a blond hair out of place, her blue eyes filled with confusion, then curiosity, then realisation.

“Mathew!” She smiled. A sweet smile… a dreaded smile. “I was just asleep,”

“I see that,”

“I was just wondering if we could be go and get some chocolate cake from the dinning cart,” she said.

“Rebecca! You have already had three slices.”

“I can eat what I want,”

“Then when bother asking me,”

But she was gone. I was left alone with my thoughts again. Just me and my thoughts. This was without a doubt, where I am the most happy. I thought about home, Hashlington Minor, and my family, my parents and my three sibling, then I got down to business. Hidden in the grounds of Trimingford estate, there is a hidden chest filled with treasure. Long lost treasure. It was a reported to us by a old man walking a dog in the public fields of the large estate when he tripped on a mound of grass. His dog began digging deep and found the treasure, the man called us and we were sent to investigate. I5 would of just been classified a petty theft, but there has been suspicious happens going on in the Minor for the last three month now. Gold coins have been scattered around the fields and interestingly there has been a local scandal in the past year at the near by village. A man, mr T.F Smith, who runs a antique shop at the end of Penbrook Avenue under price priceless family jewels be hundreds of pounds! The general happenings are very strange. I wish to find out more.

At that moment, there came a slam of the door and I grinning Rebecca came through a slab of chocolate cake in her hands. Naturally she didn’t think to get me one. I did not bring it up.

“Developments on the case,” she mumbled, her mouth filled with chocolate cake.

“Not yet” I replied after consideration. “You?”

She shook her head.

And that was that. I will not write down the following happening since not much happened. Just thinking of old cases. Reminiscing.

***

I wish I could back in time and not open the chest. Then I would of never found out that it was was my own father, Lord Lawson, was the terrible thief responsible for the mysterious scandals taking place in the area. For that I will live a life time of regret.