Buddhadeb Chaudhuri

                                                                                                                        

  

B u d d h a d e b               C h a u d h u r i

Editor: Chandrani and Sovan Dasgupta

by Shroyon Dasgupta

    It is a bright Sunday. Buddhadeb Chaudhuri was sitting on a sofa; his legs were on top of a wooden table. He was a private detective. He started on the 17^th March 2029.Alas! He did not get a single case. He wanted to solve his case with a team. So he offered his brother and friend. To join him was a pleasure for them so they agreed. His brother’s name was Sourav Chaudhuri and his friend was known as Surjo Sengupta. Sourav and Buddhadeb called him as Borobhaie as he was elder to them.

  “Ding Dong” the doorbell rang.

  Buddhadeb opened the door. It was his client Neville Dixon.

  “Ah! Buddhadeb” Neville said as he sat on a chair “my case is about statues.”“The statues are about 2 million years old. Their cost can go up to 95.8 million dollars. On the day when I was going to give it to the museum, somebody stole it. I heard a man cry so I followed the man, but unluckily he spotted me and hit me with the butt of the gun.”

  “Will you be able to identify him?” Buddhadeb asked.  

  “Alas! He wore a mask, black in colour. But he had a scar like a lightning on his left palm” he continued. “The statues are in the shape of a heavenly being in a house like heaven.

  “But heaven has no shape.”“You said a heavenly being like Krishna” Buddhadeb inquired.

  “It is a house. On it heaven was written. Not Krishna but Jesus Christ.”Neville said.

  Buddhadeb told Neville that he would work on this case when he is free. Neville thanked him and left. After a few minutes Sourav came out of the bathroom. He wore a blue shirt and black pants. He asked Buddhadeb about the case. Buddhadeb told everything in detail.

  “Do you think an archaeologist must have stolen it” Sourav asked.

  “For research. Probably not, it must be a thief because when Neville called, he said he had found no footsteps on the spot.”

  “So what!”

  “An archaeologist cannot wipe the footsteps away.”

  “Point, but he can be a retired thief who wants to earn money by selling it.” Sourav said.

  “Hey! Did you see the movie Players?”

  “Yes, I saw it with you, remember.”Sourav replied.

  “You should remember, policemen retire, but thieves do not.” Buddhadeb said.

  “Um, yes right.”

  “So let us contact Borobhaie” Buddhadeb said.

  He went towards the phone, picked up the receiver and dialled 9819912370. He said Borobhaie to come to his house. After a few minutes Borobhaie entered. Buddhadeb told Borobhaie the case in details.

  “So, it seems to me like it is not a normal robbery. The robber had a gun so I think you are right. He should be a robber, not an archaeologist.” Borobhaie said.

  “Perhaps a murderer too’’ Buddhadeb said. 

  “You can be right, but.......”

  “But what! Borobhaie” Sourav said.

  “The thief must have been classified. He took the risk of leaving no evidence. But he cannot wipe all the evidence. He must have forgotten something. Something important.”

  “There is only one evidence. His scar” Buddhadeb said.

  “What in the world will his scar give us” Sourav said.

  “God knows.”“Hey! We should examine the ground, this is 2029. To help detectives and policeman there is an invisible liquid which oozes out per step. Let’s find it. Every shoe has its own.”

  “It is invisible. How will you find it?”

  “I have special glasses which allow me to see the liquid. Let us trace it.”

 “ Oh!”

  “Hey! If the thief wears American shoes then what!”

  “Probably, they should have a different type of liquid, I think so.” Buddhadeb said.

  They went out of the house and then walked down the street towards Neville’s house. Then they searched the place with their special glasses but found no liquid. Suddenly Neville dashed out of his door and Buddhadeb followed. Neville left his door opened and Buddhadeb asked Sourav and Borobhaie to search the house for the liquid as he ran past them. 0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 minutes passed and finally they find Neville’s shoes liquid. Then they went home. After a few minutes Buddhadeb arrived and started his COMPAC laptop and started creating a poster:

Cowboy money

All cowboys to come at F-1004 Manavsthal on 26^th March. 

Receive money and go back.

Buddhadeb Chaudhuri.

  He printed 100 copies then went out and stuck all the copies in different places in Mumbai. He returned after 8 days. It was 26^th March. Some of the cowboys came. Buddhadeb gave them money and they went back. After some hours a cowboy came who had a scar like lightning on his hand.

  “Ah!” Buddhadeb yelled.

  Two policemen from the end of the crowd who were dressed like cowboys sprang and caught that man. He was taken to the police station. Sourav and Borobhaie asked Buddhadeb how he had solved the case. Buddhadeb took them to Neville’s house and told them to see the hole carefully and they saw some curve marks.

  “They are the marks of cowboy boots. That day I followed Neville and saw him with a cowboy with a scar like lightning on his palm which was blood-red. I went to the local net shop and found information on a scar when hit by some pointed thing. The answer was dripping of blood. The blood of Neville’s cowboy friend occurred due to the clash of his boots with his scar that made him shout. Oh! Yeah! He carried the boots in his hands that is the cause of the absence of the liquid.”

  Buddhadeb pointed towards a bush where there was cowboy boots. He called the police and was happy to hear that the statue was found in the cowboy’s house. Thus Buddhadeb still continues his work as a detective. Now he is a much known detective with his brother and Borobhaie.