The Treacherous Needle

Stalking out onto the weathered garden bench... I uncovered a brass pocket compass gleaming under the midday sun. A master sleuth... always charts the escape route. Deliberately... quietly... I glided forward, raising my prop blade to tap the glass face. But as the metal tip drew near, the magnetic needle whipped around with dizzying speed—locking directly onto my blade! I gasped in theatrical shock, boots skidding across the cedar slats, robes thrashing wildly before I pitched seat-first into a clay plant saucer. Agonizing... frooozen silence. After a dignified pause, I smoothed my hood, propped an elbow against the rim, and nodded. The compass... had uncovered its prime suspect. @tkcommando And till the end crafty .................. you are my prime suspect