I was sat down in my living room watching the TV, on a sunny Thursday morning when I heard the mail man push the post through the letter box, so I went to get it and read aloud "Gas bills, rent…oh! This is a letter from work!" it read:

Dear Mr, Adams,

The culprit is giving £500 to 40 people that’s £20,000in total Adams.

When you get there you will be joined by Mathew Holloway and Sam Iam our top trainee.

I can not reveal the culprits name in case this letter is tampered with.
You will know when you get there whom the culprit is so do not worry.

"Ooh! At last I’m here, 5 hours that took me! and talk about saddle sore, my motor bike’s seat definitely needs more padding."

Inside I was amazed at how many people were in the lounge; there was definitely the full forty or more!

"Andy! Andy! Over here!" My old friend Matthew Adams, a man with brown hair, was walking up to me, accompanied by Sam, the trainee.

"Hi Mathew, hi Sam," I said.

"This should be very interesting," said Sam.

"Yes," Mathew replied, "very interesting indeed."

Just as I was about to ask Matthew what he meant, a tall man with mat black hair and a crooked nose, whom I seemed to vaguely recognise from somewhere, spoke:

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am Mr. Brown, you can question me in a moment but first I must tell there you is no electricity or heating in the Manor. Now please feel free to question me."

After about five minutes of questioning he spoke again, "Ladies and gentlemen, please get your luggage, we shall drive to the Manor."

The party stopped outside what most people thought was a derelict church.

"We’re here, take you luggage inside now," said Mr Brown flatly.

"I thought it was a church!" Sam joked,

"I did to!" I said as we walked up to the Manor. Mr. Brown unlocked the huge double oak doors. "May I be so bold as to ask you men for a hand?" asked Mr. Brown wheezing slightly. Sam, Mathew and me were the only men who did not offer to help.

"I am not impressed," I said under my breath, as the door finally opened and the party flooded in.

"In here," Mr Brown said again blankly.

"There is the ballroom, please go in and make yourselves at home." Mr. Brown said this as if he had a gun to his torso and was being forced to be nice.

"I will collect you in the morning, okay?" This time Mr Brown spoke as if he were talking to forty small children, not adults. Then the door clicked shut.

It was now ten o’clock when all of a sudden there was a huge bang and a shriek of shock mixed with delight.

"What the…………?" Sam almost jumped out of his skin as he spoke and I did too. Yet Mathew did not flinch, "There they go," he said, "I knew they would!" he sneered under his breath.

"What?" I said beginning to get nervous about how he was acting.

"No you’re just being paranoid Andy" I told myself sternly yet under my breath.

"Come on we’ll explore too," …CLUNK "YEEOOW!!! OOH YA me £+!~@&%!!!! toe!"

"What the…………?"Sam yet again practically jumped out of his skin but I knew what had happened this time,

"How’s yer foot?" I asked it appeared Mathew had stubbed his toe on a metal peg in the ground.

"Why is that £*@~&!+^%!! there away?"

"How should we know?" said Sam crossly "and stop swearing!"

"Well soooory Mr, Mac boss sir!"

"Hey Mat there’s no need for that!" I said a little less confidently than I would have liked.

"Yeah you’re right Andy sorry Sam,"

"It’s OK."

Mathew’s sudden change of attitude was the last piece of the puzzle. He was hiding something from us, something big, something very big.

When we’d finally started exploring and we only got about five steps down the hall when there was a loud crash, and we were in total darkness

"Where are we?" asked Sam weakly

I spat the blood from my bleeding lip

"I’d guess the cellars," I said,

"Very good, Adams, very good indeed!"

Mr Brown stepped into the light of the hole above.

"Uncle," said Matthew, "why are you doing this?"

"Because I can ha ha ha!! Because I can"

"I knew you were hiding something mat!"

"How?"

"Mat I’ve known you for nineteen I think you’d realise by that time!"

Mathew suddenly picked up a metal pole which was on the ground and faced his uncle.

"You’ve shadowed my steps to long now Adams-"

"Me............!?"

"This is between you and us uncle, three on-"

"Three,"

Mathew’s uncle clicked his fingers

Two more men both armed with poles came sniggering out from the shadows ready to fight.

"Oh! &+~#" Mathew’s swearing had become a bit excessive.

Sam and I produced our batons from our back pockets I also got out my mobile and called the local police.

The two henchmen raged at Sam and Mat. Sam kicked his henchman in the stomach and arrested him, Mat did pretty much the same apart from he accidentally dislocated his henchman’s arm. I charged at Mr, Brown. He threw a brick at me then a punch I dodged both and hit him in the face, and then with my baton I held him against a wall and got out my handcuffs.

"George Cornelius Brown I am arresting you on suspicion of murder and drug dealing. You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if you fail to mention when questioned something you will later rely on in court!"