Marble Thief: A Jane Smith Amateur Sleuth Mystery Short Story: The Jane Smith Amateur Sleuth Mysteries, #3

By Connor Whiteley

A Priceless Marble Collection. A Thief On The Loose. One Amateur Sleuth To Save The Day.

A thief steals anything.

Amateur Sleuth Jane Smith loves marbles. She remembers her husband when she looks at them. Jane protects the marbles.

What happens when they're stolen?

If you enjoy enthralling, gripping amateur sleuth mysteries, read this short story!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Feb 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201347321

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

MARBLE THIEF

Jane Smith truly loved her husband’s marble collection, she had no idea why he ever bothered to collect so many marbles, but he had so many of them.

She had to admit that most of them were beautiful and he had collected them from all over the world before he died a few years ago. He had some stunningly colourful spiral ones from Germany, Australia and then some special decoration ones from Canada and mainland Europe.

Jane had wanted to get rid of them desperately but after Mr Smith died, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her kids, Toby and Ross, had wanted to help her until they found out how much they were worth, and Jane agreed.

As Jane stared at all the jars filled with a wide array of different marbles on the shelves in her attic, she took a massive deep breath of the dusty air, smelling hints of pine, dust and even some unpleasant things, but she loved those marbles.

Jane smiled as she remembered how her husband use to spend a good few hours each week up here clearing, polishing and making sure they were beautiful. He