visited them. You’re … the thief.”
“It’s not me!” Lydia croaked.
“I have small feet, unlike the huge footprints!”
“Ah, the footprints. I have an idea. You sat down on … that box when we came in.” Helen
walked over to the box and lifted the cap. There were a pair of large shoes.
“I had to do it! My family was poor, and I had no choice! The camels … are in my shed,” Lydia
cried. Officer Emerson handcuffed Lydia and took her away.
Alan and Helen high-fived each other.
“Mystery solved!”
