Sherlock Sam and the Vanished Robot in Penang by A.J. Low

Author:A.J. Low
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9789810778644
Publisher: Epigram Books
Published: 2017-05-29T04:00:00+00:00

“Oh my gosh!” Wendy said, trying hard not to raise her voice. “Look!”

I looked where she was pointing and saw what looked like bent and curved steel wire lying on the ground.

“It’s wire,” Nazhar said. “Why’s that important?”

“Because it’s not just any wire,” Wendy said. “It’s the stolen wire art!”

We had stumbled onto the secret lair of the wire art thieves!

“Watson, you know what to do!” I said, pointing at the secret lair.

The group of three men had walked into the warehouse and shut the door. I could see that the warehouse windows were protected by sturdy iron grilles but you could still look inside if you got up close enough.

“I-am-to-record-their-evil-deeds-from-a-safe-distance-away. Like-from-behind-that-potted-plant-over-there,” Watson replied, pointing to a large plant in a cracked pot at the corner of the courtyard.

I glared at my robot.

“No, you are to use your camouflage powers and make yourself invisible and record their evil deeds from inside the lair!” I said.

“My-idea-was-better,” Watson said, but he shimmered and vanished right before our eyes. A disembodied voice said, “I-would-like-my-displeasure-to-go-on-record.”

As soon as I was sure that Watson had embarked on his mission and wasn’t just standing around next to us (which involved madly waving my hands about), I turned to my dad. “Dad, we need more evidence.”

“Isn’t that what you sent Watson in there for?” he replied.

“Yes, but it never hurts to have more proof, Dad! Besides, what if Watson is discovered?” I said, though I trusted my robot’s sense of self-preservation enough to know that he would not take any unnecessary risks.

“Oh no! Will they kidnap Watson just like the antique tin robot?” Jimmy said, clutching his face in horror. “We can’t let that happen! Let’s rush in and save him now!”

Nazhar and Wendy both caught Jimmy’s skinny arms before he ran towards the door and into certain danger.

“My neighbour has a Jack Russell that behaves exactly like you do, Jimmy,” Eliza said, crossing her arms.

“Don’t go anywhere, Jimmy,” Dad said. “Your mom would be really unhappy with me if anything happened to you!”

“Okay, I was just trying to help,” Jimmy said, his shoulders sagging.

“You’re awesome, Jimmy,” I said. “But this time, we’re up against what looks like professional art thieves. We can’t be too careful. Your mom is going to be so proud of you once we solve this case for her.”

Jimmy beamed at the thought of helping his mom out.

“Okay, Dad. We need to use the camera on your smartphone to take photos from the window,” I said. “Particularly of the wire art.”

Wendy nodded. I could tell from her expression that she was outraged that people would consider stealing art.

“That’s easily done,” Dad said, fiddling with his handphone. “I even have a new program that allows me to insert emoticons into my photographs.”

“I don’t think we’ll need that function today, Dad,” Wendy said with an expression that looked remarkably like Mom’s.

We sneaked up to one of the iron-grille windows of the warehouse and ducked down right beneath it. While still squatting under the window, Dad extended his hand up and used his handphone to take a few photographs of the inside of the warehouse.

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