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NECKLACI 6' Detective and the case of the stolen necklace

Since the old lady gave the world's most expensive necklace to
the museum, the museum's owner had to spend thousands of dollars
to repair holes in the floor and walls and doors made my
robbers. So, he decided that it would be safer to send the
necklace to his museum in Paris, France. He tried to keep it a
secret, but when the time came for the armed guards to come and
pick up the steel box containing the necklace, hundreds of
cameras were there to watch the necklace come out of the museum
and into the armored car on its way to the airport.

When the airplane landed in Paris, hundreds of cameras were
there to watch the necklace come out of the airplane and load
into another armored car on its way to the new French museum.
Because of all the robberies, the necklace was now so popular
that hundreds of cars and cameras followed the armored car from
the airport and into the museum.

Inside the museum, there were hundreds more cameras watching the
armed guards opening the steel box and putting the necklace into
its new display. But when the guards opened the steel box...

"It's gone!" shouted the guard, "The steel box is empty!"

A few minutes later, the phone rang at Michaela's house.

Michaela picked up the phone. "Hello."

"Michaela we need you again!" exclaimed the policeman.

"For what?" asked Michaela, "It can't be the necklace again.
They sent it to Paris, France."

"I thought so too," replied the policeman. "But the necklace
never made it to France."

"Where is it, then?" asked Michaela.

"I was hoping you could tell us!" exclaimed the policeman.

"Well," replied Michaela, "There were hundreds of cameras
watching the necklace. I saw the pictures on television. Let's
look at the videos."

The policeman took Michaela to the television studios to watch
the television videos of the armed guards coming out of the
museum with the steel box, then following the armored car to the
airplane. They also had the French videos showing the armed
guards coming out of the airplane with the steel box, then
following the armored car to the museum.

"I don't see where the robbers stole the necklace, do you?"
asked the policeman.

"Did the French police search the airplane?" asked Michaela.

"That's the first place they looked." replied the policeman.

Michaela suggested "That means it had to be stolen after it was
taken out of the display at our museum and before it left the
museum."

So, they went to the museum and looked at the videos from the
cameras inside the show room. There were three cameras inside
the show room. So, they watched them all.

"There!" exclaimed Michaela pointing at the television screen.
"One of the guards switched boxes on the way out the door."

"I didn't see it." replied the policeman, "Play it again."

Michaela pointed to the screen, as the armed guards carried the
steel box out the door of the main show room, explaining,
"There's three men involved in the robbery: the guard carrying
the box, that man standing by the door with the fake box and
that man who bumped up against the museum owner. See it?!"

"Yes! I almost missed it!" exclaimed the policeman pointing at
the television, "When that man bumped against the museum owner,
the owner lost his balance and almost knocked over another
display case. It made such a ruckus that everybody in the show
room took their eyes off the steel box and watched to see if
that display case would fall over. And while noone was watching,
the guard switched boxes with the man by the door!"

The policeman now had pictures of all the robbers involved with
this robbery. He had them all arrested, including the armed
guard who was now in Paris, France.

"Now, let's see if the cameras saw where that man hid the steel
box with the necklace inside." suggested Michaela.

They looked at videos from other cameras in the museum until
they saw the man disappear into the ladies restroom. When they
looked under the plastic bag in the trash can, they found the
kind of vault they had seen several times before. As before,
each push button on the ten-key pad had a word instead of a
number.

Immediately, the policeman began examining the plastic bag for
clues.

"What are you looking for?" asked Michaela.

"Whenever the push-buttons have words on them," explained the
policeman, "there's usually a list of words telling us the
sequence of words to push. But there's nothing here."

Michaela explained, "Lucifer Snidely is very clever. He never
does the same thing twice."

She examined the words on the push-buttons:


neighbor

a

beware

boy

submarine

girl

go

where

nowhere


(can you see the sequence?)

Michaela said, "I don't think there is another list of words."

"What do you mean?" asked the policeman.

"The words on those other push-buttons were usually the same
kind of words." explained  Michaela, "On one vault the words
were all body parts and on another they were all spanish words.
But none of these words are the same kind of words."

But the policeman kept looking while Michaela studied the words
on the push-buttons.

"I've got it!" exclaimed Michaela after a few minutes.

"You found the sequence?!" asked the policeman as he came
running.

"Yes," explained Michaela, "These words all have a different
number of letters."

The policeman examined the words himself, then replied, "By
golly I think your right."

(have you figured out the sequence now?)

Michaela wrote down the words in order of the number of letters:


a

go

boy

girl

where

beware

nowhere

neighbor

submarine

(did you guess this same sequence?)

Then she pushed the "a" button, then the "go" button, then all
the other buttons in this sequence. Click, buzz, hum. The door
of the vault opened, and there was the world's most expensive
necklace. So, Michaela, the world's greatest detective solved
another mystery.

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