I was siting in my office. It had been an uneventful day for me, Richard Homes. The great great great grand son of Sherlock Homes. It was a rainy sort of day in which mysteries always come in . There was a loud crash of thunder that always startles me. There was a loud, mysterious knock at the door. I jumped out of my chair and stood up. It was a youthful man. I asked him, “So what do need the help of Richard Homes for.”
     The man hesitated and gulped, “ I am Mr. Johnson. I want to know about my neighbor.” The man was small and had blonde hair. He seemed very insecure about himself. “He hasn't come out since he moved in and I would like to know what he is doing in his house all day.”
     I looked around my office and found my coat and magnifying glass and I responded” I'll take the case of the mystery man,” and swung my coat on and walked out the door. I found his house. It was a large old house that looked like it was nice, but poor maintenance left it ratty. It was still raining with much intensity. I now wish that I had taken the hat that matched my coat that had belonged to Sherlock. I went to the back window and found an old man hunched over a computer. There were books all over the place. The room was a mess. It seemed like he had been there for a while.
     I used my magnifying glass and started snooping around. It seemed like an ordinary house with an ordinary yard. But there was some foot prints around the house. They weren't human. I looked more keenly through the glass and found it belonged to a dog. It must have been out in the rain because the prints were fresh. So he is a lonely man with a dog I thought.
     I looked back in the house. Know he was looking through a book called Russia and The KGB. He put it down and started typing again. My head started deducting what he was doing. He seemed liked he needed a good shave  and shower. And on the wall has a collection of hats that all had names of various battleships. I then saw on the wall. It was a piece of paper that said Loyola College, Baltimore. Writing Major .
     “Ureka! He was a writer,”  I yelled as I stuck my index finger in the air and another bolt of lightning struck like a bat striking a fresh sheet of steel. I now saw that most of the books like Hunt For the Red October and Patriot Games were written by Tom Clancy. The very man I was watching. So that is what brought me back here in my office. I'm just waiting for another MYSTERY!
 

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