Left or Right

Shuffling through a pile of dusty paperwork, Samuel paused to sneeze, causing goose bumps to appear along his arms.

Rubbing his tired eyes, the ink still wet on his left hand leaving marks on his face, he glanced over at his fellow detective.

He was asleep. His head was resting on a large, open book, and saliva had dribbled out of his mouth and onto the pages.

“Hey,” he yelled, rubbing his arms to warm up. “Wake up!”

His eyes bleary, Mike glanced around,” What’s the matter? I was only resting my eyes.”

Snorting, Samuel pushed back his chair and strolled to the window.

The glass panes were dirty and smeared from where they’d tried to clean them, but he could still see the street below. Several carts being pulled by horses were making their way through the dusk, while the lamp lighters hurried to light the gas.

“She’ll be here in a minute,” Mike warned, closing the book and smoothing his hair.

“Right, we’d better make this place a bit neater, or she’ll leave before we get a chance.”

Hurriedly they cleared the desk tops, stuffing loose papers in a cupboard in any order.

“We’ll sort it out tomorrow,” Mike muttered as he saw Samuel frown.

A tap at the door made them both freeze.

“I think she’s here,” Mike whispered.

Snorting again, Samuel wrenched the door open.

“Good evening,” he said, as the lady stepped back, her eyes wide, obviously not expecting anyone to be in the room. “Thank you for joining us.”

“Oh, erm, that’s okay,” she said, her cheeks flushing slightly as they both stared at her.

“Please come in,” Mike said, indicating one of the chairs, a thin cushion already hastily placed on the seat.

Nodding, the lady stepped into the room, her long skirts swirling around her legs, and the heels of her boots tapping on the floorboards.

Samuel breathed in her perfume. Exotic but yet cheap. Something like the scent he bought for his sister each Christmas.

Raising an eyebrow so it was almost lost under the curls escaping from her bonnet, the lady arranged her skirts as she sat, and clasped her hands in her lap.

“Well gentleman,” she said, looking up at them both. “Your letter sounded most urgent. I can tell you, the suspense has been killing me.”

Samuel and Mike glanced at each other. This might not be as easy as they had first thought.

Clearing his throat, the perfume making it tickle, Samuel perched himself on the desk top,” We know that you were involved.”

“Excuse me?”

“We know you were involved.”

The lady stared at him for a few seconds, her face becoming hardened.

“I take it you have proof, if you’re going to accuse?” she asked, her voice cold.

Mike shook his head,” No, this is only what we’ve deduced.”

Laughing, the lady threw back her head,” So why am I here?”

“Well, if you come clean now, and admit to your part in the robbery, you would receive a lighter sentence.”

“And the two of you are able to promise me that?”

Her eyes looked at them both searchingly, her hands now clenched together tightly.

Mike pulled a chair closer to her, it’s legs grating across the floor, and touched her gently on one shoulder.

“No,” he said softly. “But we can have a quiet word to the judge. Tell him that you cooperated with us.”

The lady fished in her handbag and pulled out a cigarette, complete with holder. Her head was soon surrounded by a cloud of smoke.

She gazed at them thoughtfully, “So, what’s in it for you two?”

“We just solve a case, and get paid for our troubles.”

Nodding, her gaze travelled around the room, noticing the chipped paint and cracks in the walls. Some of them were so large, you could almost see the people in the next room. Her eyes paused as she saw a small oil painting, it’s frame polished and ornately decorated.

“We have the paperwork here,” Mike said, producing a sheaf of papers and a quill. “ If you just sign your name at the bottom, this will all be over and done with.”

Balancing the cigarette holder between two fingers on her right hand, she looked down at the papers, scanning the words written.

The handwriting was atrocious, all loops and no style. Her mouth formed the words as she read silently.

Samuel and Mike glanced at each other. They hadn’t thought she’d be able to read their work.

“Gentlemen, it says here quite clearly that the bandit responsible is left handed,” she said, placing the papers down on the desk. “And as you can see I’m not.”

Continuing to smoke, she watched as they started to sweat.

“And furthermore, if you’re going to try and frame me, don’t place the stolen painting on one of your walls,” she continued, nodding pointedly at it hanging behind them.

Samuel felt the blood drain from his face, stammering,” I don’t know what you’re talking about. That painting has been in my family for generations.”

“Of course it has.”

Sitting back in his chair, Mike ran his fingers through his hair.

“What exactly do you want from us?” he asked quietly.

The lady smiled sweetly.

“Oh nothing much,” she said, pushing the paperwork back towards him. “Only, I need one of you to sign this paperwork. I mean, I could write both of your names down but it seems pointless for you both to be locked up, doesn’t it?”

Mike stared at the quill and then pounced on it, scrawling his name at the bottom.

“Oh no, you don’t, you cheating, thieving…,” Samuel yelled, running to him and grabbing his wrist, trying to pull his hand away.

“Now boys, please behave,” the lady said as she walked towards the door. “You know, it’s fortunate you’re both left handed really, it could be either one of you.”

Samuel tore at the paperwork.

“There! Now there’s nothing to be signed!” he shouted, the ink splattered across his face , running with his sweat.

Smiling, she opened the door.

Two burly men in uniform stepped inside, truncheons in their hands.

“Well, well, well, what have we here then?” one of them asked.

“Take them away,” the lady said, smiling at one of them. “I think you’ll find them most helpful.”

“Hey lady,” Samuel asked, as handcuffs were fastened behind his back. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Me? Oh, I’m just a lady. But you can call me Kat Ace.”