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For my Tintin rp blog

     Chief Inspector McCready took a long, deliberate puff of his cigarette before letting the smoke trail out his nose in twin ribbons of grey, looking past the irate man and eyeing the young child beside him. She couldn’t have been more than twelve or thirteen, dark eyes to match the dark hair that fell around her face, splashes of mud and dirt coating her dress. If he had to guess, she was an orphan, by the look of her. 

     “Tell me again what happened, Mr. Montgomery. Calmly, if you please.”

     Mr. Johnathan Montgomery was a large, imposing man with a bald head and a mustache roughly the size and color of a carrot, the edges of which were usually curled, but were now in a frazzled state. He had a wild look in his green eyes, and he was positively spitting when he spoke. He evidently did not understand what the word “calmly” meant. “The little cut-purse stole my bleedin’ money! ‘Ow many times d’ I have t’ tell ya?!” He waved his empty coin purse in McCready’s face, but the inspector remained unmoved by his performance. “I’d ‘ave ‘er ‘and for it, Lords I swear it!”

     “How barbaric.” McCready mumbled. He then gestured to the bag. “May I see that?” Montgomery wordlessly handed it to him, and the officer began to inspect it with care. He pushed a finger through the opening and out a hole the other side. “Hmm.”

     “I ‘ad ‘bout a ‘undred in there, and it’s all gone!”

     “And do you have any proof it was this child?”

     “She ‘ad this knife on ‘er!” he said, pulling the small pocket knife from the depths of his pant pocket. “And she was right there when I noticed me money was missin’.”

     Felix shyly cleared his throat. Mr. Montgomery jumped--he’d forgotten the slender man was there. “Plenty of children carry knives these days, sir. And she simply may have been in the wrong place at the wrong time...”

     Montgomery puffed up as his rage boiled, his bald head turning red as an apple. “Wrong place in the---”

“Am I doing what they’re calling “Art Therapy?”“