Detective Max, a man etched with the map of countless late nights and mysteries, stared out at the scene. The antique shop, Tick-Tock Treasures, was usually a haven of polished wood and delicate bells, but tonight it was a picture of shattered glass and upturned windows. Mr. Abernathy, the shopkeeper, a thin man with glasses perched precariously on his nose, wrung his hands. “My precious watch, Detective! The Emperor’s Chronometer! It’s gone! Vanished into thin air!” The Emperor’s Chronometer was legendary, a timepiece made for an emperor of the Qing Dynasty, encrusted with jade and gold. Its value was astronomical. Max surveyed the damage. The front door had been forced open, but there was no other visible sign of intrusion. The alarm system, however, had been cleverly disabled. “Mr. Abernathy, how many people knew about the chronometer and its location in the store?” “Very little. Naturally, I am referring to myself. My assistant, Elsie, has been with me for years. And… well, two pot...
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