Null Pointer
July 18, 2019
Volume #20, Issue #2
The Greatest Mystery to Ever Go Unsolved
Police Chief Retires After 25 Years

Macjest
Prankster TPs tree in front of police chief's home.
By Paul Trent - Sleepyside-on-Hudson, New York
Wendell Molinson, Chief of the Sleepyside-on-Hudson Police Department, is retiring on July 30, after 25 years of service with a nearly unblemished record of crime-solving.
Though Chief Molinson is unwilling to state so publically, then-up-and-coming investigators Beatrix Helen Belden and Madeline G. Wheeler contributed greatly to his success while leading Sleepyside’s police force, which may explain why the greatest blemish to his record occurred while the two young women were away for the summer.
As many residents will recall, during Chief Molinson’s first summer as chief of police, the town was troubled by a prankster who covered a number of residents’ shrubbery in pink 4-ply toilet paper. The prankster was never apprehended, and the pranks stopped as mysteriously as they began. The sergeant’s house was the final home to be targeted, but even that did not bring closure to the case.
“He was so kind, and he came out personally to make sure I was alright, after that dreadful prankster covered all our topiary in that horrible pink,” Mrs. Van Holten said. “Though he never was able to tell us who would do such a thing, he was able to assure me that I was safe, even while my husband was overseeing preparations on our new property, so that we might live in a home befitting our station.”
Were it not for this great unsolved case, Chief Molinson’s legacy would be flawless. Crime in Sleepyside was on the rise when Chief Molinson joined the police force, with significant spikes in both grand and petty theft, as well as fraud. Many attributed this spike to the rapid growth in mean income at that time, brought about by the relocation of Matthew Wheeler, of Wheeler International Corporation, to Sleepyside-on-Hudson from New York City, as well as Edward Lynch’s sudden rise in the town’s most well-known rags-to-riches legend. However, while the mean income has continued to increase throughout Chief Molinson’s tenure, crime rates in all major categories have fallen for two consecutive decades.
“He always came right away, and listened, even to Trixie’s craziest theories, before trying to tell her to leave it to the police,” Robert Belden said, recalling his sister’s earliest investigations.
Residents who wish to express their gratitude for Chief Molinson’s twenty-five years of service are invited to a reception at city hall at three o’clock in the afternoon on Monday, or to donate to the Police Department’s officer support fund.

“Dear, what are you doing?” Edward Lynch asked his wife, looking up from the latest edition of the Sleepyside Sun.
“You saw the article. Mr. Trent is trying to ruin a good man’s legacy.”
Edward chuckled. “My dear, no one bases their opinion of anyone on the words of Paul Trent. Wendell’s legacy is perfectly safe. Are you sure it’s wise to reprise this moment of the past?”
“Yes,” she declared enthusiastically. “I never got to do this when I was a teenager – I was too busy helping Mum with the babies – and honestly, some people need to learn to live a little. Sleepyside’s supposed to be a fun, family-friendly place, but we have some residents who are really just sticks in the mud, and need to live a little. So I helped liven things up for them. Really, it was a public service.”
Edward laughed richly. He didn’t disagree with her assessment of her chosen targets, but, “Are you sure it’s a good idea to bait Trent? It was never worth the police department’s time to do more than a cursory investigation, and I’m sure many of the officers figured out who was behind the pranks, and decided it wasn’t worth attempting any charges, or even an intimidation tactic like they use to keep the senior high students in line, but Trent? He has nothing better to do than to hunt down the person responsible. I’m just not certain he’s the best target, if you’re picking this pastime up again.”
“Perhaps not, but I cannot let his article go unchecked.”
“Dear, the article speaks to Trent’s obliviousness more than anything. More than half the town knows you are the only resident willing to drive hours for premium, pink, toilet paper. I often wondered if Wendell himself knew who the culprit was. If he was concerned about ‘a blemish’ on his record, I’m sure he’d have figured out you were behind it.”
“But Trent…”
Edward sighed. “Very well. I won’t try to stop you. I couldn’t 18 years ago; I don’t know why I expect to be able to now.”
Author's Notes:
This is a continuation of Julie's The Case of the Mysterious Prankster, and I borrowed the images from her. The newspaper layout is modified from here. Many, many thanks to Jo and Fannie for editing!