By Henry Widman, age 14
FINALIST (ages 14-17) Writing Contest Winter/Spring 2024
Doug Blizzard
Sioux City, IA
May 3, 1946
Dear Brother Lou Blizzard,
It
is a beautiful summer day here in Iowa. The corn is as tall as ever and you can
smell the hogs from miles away. You won’t believe what happened to
me.
Just recently, I was asked
by the owner of the museum to start a Native American display. I have received
the first shipment of artifacts from the man who is lending them to us from
Chicago. In this collection, there are several artifacts that are
very rare and I feel personally responsible for keeping them safe. I
was slightly nervous about having such rare relics at the museum, and I was
afraid that our security systems wouldn’t be good enough for us to own these
rare items. I recently read a newspaper article about museums
getting their Native American objects getting stolen and at one in specific,
the thief came back several times. I was able to convince the museum
owner to purchase a new alarm system for the building and bigger locks for the
windows.
This morning, I unlocked
the door and went inside and turned off the alarm. I walked into the
Old West room. The Indian display is situated right in the middle of
the room It includes a full-sized teepee replica and plenty of artifacts in
glass cases. I started sweeping around the stagecoach and then
around the teepee. As soon as I made it near the box that I had
unloaded last night, which were full of arrowheads and other artifacts
including a very rare knife, I saw that it was sitting open.
I got a very suspicious feeling in my
stomach. I went to investigate. I pulled out the list of items in
the box and looked at it. There should have been four flint
arrowheads, one bone knife, and two axe heads. There were only 6
items in the box, not all seven. The knife, which was from the 1700’s, was
gone.
I immediately called the
police. When they got here, they did a very thorough check for
clues. They looked around the room and outside the windows.
They told me they didn’t find any
fingerprints on the box but my own. They questioned me about
whether or not I had remembered to lock the door and set the alarm. I told them
that I had. I also told them that no other items in the museum had
been touched.
I have asked the owner if I can put
the other rare artifacts in the strong box in basement of the
building. He told me that it would not be needed because he doesn’t
think there will be any more thefts. “After all,” he said “How many
times will a thief rob the same place two nights in a row.” I do
think there is some truth in what he said, but I would still feel better if
they were locked up for the time being. I suppose all I’m doing is
worrying though.
Sincerely, Your brother, Doug
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Doug Blizzard
Sioux City, IA
May 4, 1946
Dear Lou,
Last
night a package came for me at the museum. It had several stone arrow heads in
it, but also, a very rare set of Indian beads. I tore open the
package and quickly put them in the display case. When I came in
this morning, I immediately noticed an item was missing. The set of
rare beads was gone. This would be a huge blow to the museum,
because they had loaned these beads specially from Chicago and I felt
responsible for them. I called the police who immediately came
again, they were also puzzled about why there were robberies two nights in a
row at the same place. They searched for clues, but they couldn’t
find any. No fingerprints, no footprints, and no broken
windows. The police told me they would have one of their patrollers
drive past the museum several times tonight and to keep an eye on the place for
me. I thanked them and they left. They told me that they
would send the information of the artifacts to local pawn shops and antique
stores.
This afternoon I’m leaving
for Cheyenne, Wyoming to purchase some other relics for our museum.
Sincerely, Doug
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Doug Blizzard,
Sioux City IA,
May 7, 1946
Dear Lou,
During my trip to Wyoming, I am very
glad to inform you that there were no burglaries. I am going to
watch the museum tonight so there is no possibility of a robbery, though.
It is 10 o’clock at night and I am
sitting in the stage coach that over looks the Indian display. I have drunk 12
cups of coffee so far and I still have 6 more cups with me right
now. I do admit I am feeling drowsy as I am writing this letter. I’d
better put down my pen and keep my eyes peeled tonight. I will write more in
this letter in the morning.
May 8
Well, my plan of vigil didn’t go as
well as I had planned. I drifted off to sleep at about 2 A.M. I
slept like a baby, and when I awoke this morning, I was extremely mad at myself
for falling asleep. I climbed down from the stagecoach and examined
the display. Sure enough, there was another item
missing. It was the very expensive bone instrument. I had
tried to get the museum owner to lock it up in the big lock box, but he told me
it would stay on display. I was so mad I decided not to even call
the police. This “phantom” robber really knew what he was doing and,
I didn’t think they’d find any clues this time either.
Later
that day, as I was sitting at my desk, a knock came from the door, I answered
it. A very large man stood there.
“Hello,
I’m Detective Nigel,” he said, “I’m here to solve all your problem, fix all
your worries, and catch all your crooks.”
I
had seen this man that stood in front of me before. It is true that
he is a detective, but not from the police. He is a private detective, but he
was very good friends with the inspector from the police force.
“Hello,”
I greeted him.
“I
just got wind of these thefts here, and I am here to investigate,” he said.
“But
the police have already investigated the case and they have a man keeping an
eye on the building here. Wait a minute. How did you know about the
robberies?” I asked.
“Oh,
word gets around,” he said. “And, I have decided to help you out and stand
guard tonight.”
I
had a great dislike and suspicion about this man for some reason, but if he was
friends with the police, I suppose he would be trustworthy.
“I’ll
be back at 8 P.M. sharp,” he announced and paraded out of the room.
He
walked into the museum at 8 o’clock sharp.
“Right
on time,” he chuckled
“Yes,”
I mumbled, “Right on time.” Then I said louder, “Well, come on inside.”
We walked into the dimly lighted room.
I pulled the door of the stagecoach open and we climbed in.
I was able to stay awake
all night, but the only this was possible was because he started to snore
really loudly. His snoring must have kept the robber away, but I’m
not too disappointed because there weren’t any thefts last night. At
5:30 A.M., I got up, grabbed my coat, and went home to get some sleep.
After
a few hours of much needed sleep, I walked back over to the museum and started
to fill out some paperwork to send back to the museum in Chicago. While I sat
there the usual amount visitors walked in to look around.
I was still very tired from the
night before, so, I wasn’t very surprised that I fell asleep for a
while. After I finally woke up, I walked around to stretch my legs.
As I walked past the Indian display, I stopped to examine it for a while when
it struck me right in the face. The bow I’d brought back from
Cheyenne was gone. I was furious. How could somebody walk right past
me and take it?
It was then that I
remembered seeing a certain group of people whispering and pointing at the
Indian exhibit. I rushed through both levels of the building to see if they
were still here. They had all apparently already left. I went over
to the front door and swung it open. It knocked the detective off of his feet.
“Oof!”
He fell on the floor and moaned, “Oh! What hit me.”
“I’m
so sorry let me help you up,” I took his hand.
“Thanks,”
he brushed himself off, “what’s the big rush any way.”
I
was so mad about the robbery, “There has been another robbery, and in bright
daylight too.”
“Ah
ha, let me through then,” he brushed me aside.
I gloomily showed him the crime scene. My hopes
weren’t high that he’d find anything, and I wasn’t disappointed when he
announced that there were no clues that he could see. I am beginning
to feel as if we will never find the answer to these thefts.
Sincerely, Doug
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Doug Blizzard,
Sioux City IA,
May 9, 1946
Dear Lou,
A
few hours after Detective Nigel left the museum, yesterday, I had another
visitor. It was a tall man in his early sixties. I
recognized him as Inspector Roberts from the Sioux City Police
Department. He is the man that is good friends with Nigel.
“Good
afternoon, Mr. Blizzard,” he greeted me.
“Hello Inspector,” I smiled, “What
brings you out here today.”
“Nigel just came to my office and told
me that you had a theft in broad daylight today,” he said “He also told me that
he had a flawless plan to catch the thief.”
“Oh, he does, does he?” I replied.
“Yep,”
he nodded, “We’ll be here at 9 o’clock sharp to try it out.”
At 9 P.M., I led them up the front
steps and down the hallway and into the Old West room. It was
decided that I would hide in the stagecoach and the inspector inside the
closet. The plan was that Nigel would sit in the teepee with a
camera and as soon as the thief was near the glass case, the picture would be
taken and we would jump him. In 5 minutes, we were settled
comfortably in our hiding places. The first 3 hours past
uneventfully.
Suddenly, I saw a shape moving along
the wall. My heart began to pound, I gripped the door handle as
tight as I could and bit my lip. Suddenly the shape came into the
moonlight. As I was about to jump on it, I noticed it was detective
Nigel. I released my grip on the door. He walked back to
his hiding place and sat down.
I was starting to wonder if he was the
thief. After all, several elements of the case pointed to
him. Thing such as, how he knew all about the robberies, after all,
no one was supposed to know about the robberies except the police, me, and the
owner. He also had an opportunity to rob the museum while he was
here “on guard,” yesterday morning. I had my mind made
up. Nigel must be the thief. I leaned back in my seat. I
thought, “Boy are these seats comfortable. And was I right, my head nodded
forward, I quickly jerked it up. “I can’t fall asleep now,” I was
telling myself. But my exhaustion was too much for me though. My
eyelids drooped, and I fell into a deep sleep.
Hours
passed.
“BANG!” My eyelids flew
open. “Where was I?” I thought. I was almost
certain that I heard a gunshot. It was then that I realized that I
was standing, holding an axe head, with my hand in the display case. I
was very puzzled. I had no time to set it down, however, when a bag
was put over my head. I was thrown to the ground.
“I
got him, I got the thief,” called out Nigel’s voice.
“Good,
let me help you cuff him up,” he called from a few yards away. They
quickly had me in hand cuffs and laying face down on the floor.
“Well,
shall we see who we caught,” grinned the detective.
I was pulled to my feet by the
inspector and the bag was removed from my head. They both took one
look at the thief and exclaimed, “Why, it’s Doug”
“Oh, ho, now you’ve got some
explaining to do,” said the inspector, loosened his grip a little bit.
“I don’t know what was going on,” I
stammered, still dazed from the whole experience. “I was asleep,
when all of a sudden I heard a gunshot and woke up with my hand in the case.”
“That wasn’t no gunshot, that was the
flash on my camera. I can’t afford any of them new models,” revealed
the detective. “And boy, did we get a good picture.”
The inspector interrupted him, “What
are you suggesting then?”
“I think that I must have been
sleepwalking,” I said. This was the only reasonable explanation I could think
of.
The inspector was silent for a moment,
then he let out a sigh, “I don’t know what to think.”
The inspector told me that several
facts pointed to me. For example, when I was gone, there weren’t any
robberies. Also, the only fingerprints found on the display case and
boxes were mine.
I then realized that all of the
robberies did happen while I was sleeping. I convinced Inspector
Roberts to let us look around the museum to see if the rare objects were still
around. I was trying to think of a place that I would have put
them. Then suddenly it clicked, I had been wanting to put them in
the large lock box in the basement. So, perhaps, in my
subconsciousness, I had been putting the rare objects in there to keep them
safe. I ran down stairs and opened the old vault. Sure
enough, the Indian artifacts were all sitting there, side by side on the
shelf. I was so glad that they hadn’t actually been stolen because
these items were only loaned to us and they were priceless and
irreplaceable. The inspector told me that, because I was actually
protecting the items, and not stealing them, he wouldn’t have to arrest
me. I decided to leave the expensive artifacts in the vault until I
can talk to my boss about what happened.
Lou, I really hope that you can use
this case as an inspiration for your fiction writing. I think it
will be worth your time to write about it.
Very relieved, Doug Blizzard
Wow! What a fascinating and creative story! Great job!
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