The Hidden Diamond

It was a moonless, misty night. Perfect for a burglary in every way. It was October 13, 1937 in London. Detective Jordan Gately looked out of his office window. He was 5 feet and 11 inches tall, and he always exuded the appearance of being much more intimidating than he actually was. He just knew that there would be a case for him tomorrow, he could just sense it. He had been a detective for 6 years, after all. His gray eyes penetrated through the window looking out into the dark streets of London. He sighed and closed the shades. He figured he might as well rest up while he got the chance. He dimmed down his fireplace and blew out the candles. He then collapsed on his sleeping couch and fell into a deep slumber.
His partner, Aren Sharifi, who was standing over him and shaking his shoulders, awakened Jordan.
"Where have you been? I've been trying to call you for ages! A diamond was stolen last night!"
"I knew it."
"Don't interrupt, Jordan, was I?"
"The diamond."
"Right! It was huge, the size of a tennis ball! Madame Clare Morris told me all she knew. It was taken from her manor at about 11pm last night. She came into my office, screaming about it and she demanded that you take up the case immediately. Trust me, the rewards she will give you makes this case worthwhile. There was also a witness, you should go and talk to her."
Jordan sat up, "What are you going to do?"
"I, my friend, will be going to pick us up some breakfast."
"Sounds good to me." Jordan went to his closet and took out his coat. "We shall start the case now, I imagine?"
"Yes. By the way, the witness' address is 3564 Midnight Avenue." Aren suddenly became pale as Jordan tossed a donut to him. "I completely ?"
"Oh, sorry. We don't have time to get breakfast."
"No, not that, it's just, the diamond."
"Yes?"
"It has a curse on it, so we must find it as soon as possible. The legends say that 540 years ago, the Wendelinn Witch cast a spell on the diamond so that whoever follows in her bloodline will obtain the diamond. Who knows what will happen since the diamond has been taken." Aren finished the last sentence shakily.
Jordan stared at him, "Aren, have you been at the pub lately?"
"That's not important! This curse is very important!"
"I don't believe in such nonsense!"
"Believe what you wish!" Aren dismissed Jordan and said, "I'll bring the car around."
"Aren, you don't have a car." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
After Aren's confusion was cleared up and the two partners rented a car, they set out to visit the witness. In fact, there were two. Aren and Jordan walked up to the door and knocked. A lady to the name of Karin Lanz opened the door.
"Yes?"
Aren wanted to look as professional as possible, but he just looked dumb, "Uh, yes ma'am, we've heard that you saw a masked man at Madame Clare Morris's house last night and we've come to ask you about it."
"Actually, my friend Amanda Miller saw the entire thing, I had just reported it."
Jordan peered at Karin, "May we see her?"
"Of course, she is here now. Please, come in."
She led the two detectives into the parlor and told them to wait for a moment. They took off their hats. Just as they were about to sit down, Karin returned with Amanda, the two could pass as sisters.
Aren noticed this, "Are you sure you aren't sisters?"
Amanda laughed, "We get that a lot. So, you've come to hear about the diamond?"
"Yes, what did you see last night?"
"The suspect, I knew him as Sarl Bennet, had a burlap bag on his back." Aren began to take notes, while Jordan asked the questions.
"Who was Sarl, how did he know Madame Morris?"
"She employed him about two years ago as a gardener, but I never trusted him. I tried to tell Clare, but she wouldn't listen to me. And, well, it seems I was right about him. He was very fond of Dover. He also has a scar on his left cheek. That's about all I know."
Aren closed his pocketbook and put it in his pocket and the duo stood up and shook Karin's and Amanda's hands. "Thank you," Jordan said, "This has helped greatly. Have a nice day!" They put their hats back on. After Karin had led them out and they were in the car, they started for the town of Dover. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
One day later, in Dover, Aren and Jordan went to the Police Station. Aren started to ask them a question about Sarl, but he was interrupted.
"We can't chat now! There's an emergency at the old lighthouse!" An officer rushed by the pair. They looked at each other and decided to follow them in their car.
As they pulled up to the scene, firefighters were battling the flames emitted from the lighthouse and police were trying to find evidence to prove whether this was arson or not.
"What is going on?" Jordan asked Aren wearily. The two looked put out, but then Aren noticed someone standing near the scene, but out of view for the police. He had a scar on his left cheek. The man casually turned around and Aren started chasing after him, just after tapping his friend to let him know about Sarl. Sarl noticed the detectives chasing him and ran for the nearest building, it was a run-down shack, or that's what it appeared to be.
Aren and Jordan followed to suspect inside and gasped at what they saw. The shack was merely a doorway to an underground mansion. They walked slowly down the stairs and went into the main hall. There were many rooms, at the least, 20.
Aren took control, "You look to the left and I'll look right." They separated and checked every one of the rooms; there was no Sarl, or the diamond. They went down separate halls and checked the rooms there as well. Sarl seemed to have vanished in thin air.
Jordan walked down another corridor and leaned against the wall. He thought, this doesn't seem right at all. This may very well be the first case I fail. Aren, on the other hand, continued to check the rooms as he thought, I don't like this, I think it's a trap. Why else would Sarl have led us here? He wouldn't dare lead us to the diamond.
That's when Aren saw it, gleaming as brilliantly as the moon, was the diamond. Why would this just be lying out there in the open? This still doesn't seem right. But he couldn't resist the temptation to go and look at the precious gem. He picked it up and examined it. He carefully put it in his pocket and turned to leave.
Meanwhile, Jordan started to search the rooms again, though he seemed to think it was pointless. To his surprise, he saw Sarl coming to him, with his hands in the air as a sign of surrender. Jordan pulled out his handcuffs and told Sarl to put his hands behind his back. He didn't notice the smirk on Sarl's face as he allowed himself to be handcuffed.
What Aren and Jordan did notice, however, was the doorknob of the room they were in turning ever so slightly. Something was happening, but they didn't know what. The rooms grew darker and the doorknobs gave off a clicking sound. The two detectives held their breath as the doors swung open.