“I have hidden the ruby in the large oak tree.” gasped Ned, the thief, in his last confession
“Which tree?” asked Detective Banks, hurriedly
“There is only one in the forest.” whispered Ned
Those were his last words. Ned had evaded the law for a long time. His latest conquest was big; an expensive ruby. The police had spotted him in the deep forest and fatally shot him.
Banks’s eyes turned huge with greed. Nobody else had listened to the confession. He sped in his bike towards the forest. Ah! There was the lone oak tree. Banks stood near the tree, studying it, when he felt a sharp pain in his hand. He looked up to see a hornet’s nest. They thronged him before he could think or react.
The ruby was safe inside the hornet’s nest. The faithful hornets were determined to guard it till Ned returned.
Written for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Thanks to Janet for the photo.