Patriot ....

After the incident, the detectives disappeared from France. People began to wonder if any of their enemies might have killed them or kidnapped them ...?

Instead of achieving the success of a case that would add to my fame, I left Paris and spent my life in a small French village. No one here recognizes me as a famous detective in France

What is a true patriot? What should be true patriotism? The following can be understood from a single true event.

This is the case with a well-known and large Parisian bank in Paris, when robbers in the bank carried out robberies. A lot was robbed and some of the humans were killed. Some were injured and some escaped to save their lives. There was a riot from the police department as the sky was merged with the abyss, but the culprit did not know. The case was therefore handed over to the then-famous detective of what was once the "Sherlock Holmes of France".

This detective was very courageous, sincere and patriotic. Detectives began investigating in their own unique way. Within a few days the gang of bandits was caught with the ringleader. He presented evidence that the culprit could not escape. The lawsuit went on, and the ringleader was severely sentenced to death and the rest were sentenced to life imprisonment.

In the majority of cases that came to this detective, robbers were sentenced to death in most cases. Another feature of this detective was that he must have been present when he wanted to execute the perpetrators. The robbery in the bank was all set to hang its ringleader. Magistrates, government doctors, executioners, etc., appeared in jail with complete preparation.

Detectives were always present at the time and they were time bound. Even for a minute, they were never late. But today, when these criminals were hanged, they were absent so everyone was very surprised. The magistrate himself also wondered what might have happened to him so that he could not attend.

After the incident, the detectives disappeared from France. People began to wonder if any of their enemies might have killed them or kidnapped them ...? For a while people kept arguing, dialectical discussions continued, but with the infinite flow of time, things went from the mind. The magistrate also retired. But despite years gone by, they did not forget the occasion of the robbery of the bank, and they often remembered the detective shown to him because the detective was also his friend.

Years passed ... The magistrate once looked for letters in the mail while drinking morning tea. He read the letter open, looking familiar on one of the covers. It said,

Dear Magistrate,

Be proficient.

Years later I am writing this letter to you. I don't know if you remember me. But as a friend I always miss you. Wanted to write you a letter but could not write this before. Now I am old. My death is drawing to a close. The sound of death is heard. So it occurred to me that I must now tell you the truth.

I think you remember the raid on the Paris bank years ago. The ringleader of the robbery was sentenced to death by himself. I was the one who introduced you to the ringleader and his associates. When any criminal was hanged, I was present in a timely manner but when this ringleader was hanged, I was not present and I broke my rule.

Yes, from that day onwards I waded into darkness. Instead of achieving the success of a case that would add to my fame, I left Paris and spent my life in a small French village. No one here recognizes me as a famous detective in France. What I did not attend that day was a secret behind it. I will reveal the secret to you today through this letter.

The ringleader I caught and handed over the laws of the country was none other than my son. I spent my whole life serving the country faithfully. It was unbearable for me to insult the stigma that my own son committed so much. Thus, in my final duty towards the country, I dissipated in the darkness of illiteracy. Before I die, I'm going to expose this distinction to a friend like you.

Love your skills

Henry Latour ...

Reading this open-hearted letter of the detective, the letter flowed with tears flowing from the magistrate's eye.

- Tarak Divitiya