(Blog post with enthymeme)

It was a clear autumn day. The wind swayed the yellowed leaves, the sun peeked through the gray clouds, and the birds sang for the last time before flying away into the whirlwind. People were in a hurry with their business. Only the bank of the Rompelds was quiet. No customers were near the cash register, and no employees were visible either. Maybe today is a day off? Is it a holiday? Perhaps, the bank closed forever because it went bankrupt?

No, no, these are all wrong versions. There is someone in the bank. Look who’s there. It’s a bunch of people, all in blue uniforms except one. It’s Sheriff Becksall and his team! They are interrogating someone, seems it’s Mr. Croles, the watchman. He waved his hands in confusion and looked sadly at the safe with the inscription “Gold vault”. The giant iron box was empty.

“I don’t know how it disappeared, I swear!” I inspected the hall at one o’clock in the morning everything was in place, I swear to God. Mr. Becksall, am I going to be jailed?”

“Jack, my friend, I believe you. But haven’t you heard anything? You should have noticed something around three or four in the morning. Do you hear the alarm?”

“No, Oliver, it was quiet in the hall. All I could hear was a fly caught in a web. And before you ask, no, I didn’t fall asleep! I didn’t sleep a minute that night.”

Everything was in vain. Investigator Conrad found no valuable clues, only a smeared footprint on the black exit from the bank. It was the mark of a large-size shoe, but of poor quality; the sole was about to fall off.

The police walked around the bank a little longer, hoping to find a clue. They did not notice a pair of blue eyes watching them from the window. The unknown man stood for a while and left. He walked bare feet on the cold asphalt and held his shoes in his hand.

When he stood before the court, the hall was noisy; everyone came to see the biggest thief in the town in the last fifty years. He was silent and indifferently looked at everyone. Everyone watched his every move in fear. Only one woman did not stare at him but looked away. She cried, her lips were half open; the woman was shocked. She clutched a gold ring, which must have been brand new, for it flashed a mass of lights and made an iridescent kaleidoscope on the hall ceiling, which shuddered when His Honor rattled the gavel.