100,000 worth of cake

After retiring, Henry Sr. opened a pastry store and spends his days in the store with his grandson Jimmy. When it comes to Old Henry's pastry-making skills, that is one word - "excellent"! He made the cake not only taste good, and the cake pattern is fancier, as long as the customer said the famous things, he can make the pattern on the cake, so the people who came to order the cake are particularly large.

　　This morning, Henry was making Mrs. Smith's custom birthday cake in the store, and his grandson Jimmy was playing with toys at the counter. Suddenly, a customer pushed open the glass door and walked in with a gust of wind.

　　The man who came was tall, and when he saw Jimmy playing on the floor, he barged into the counter, picked up the child, pushed past Henry Sr., and barged straight to the inner room. As he squeezed past old Henry, he lowered his voice and said viciously, "If that cop comes in outside, send him away, and don't say I'm here, or I'll kill the kid." The voice was low, but full of threats. After saying that, he broke into the inner room, pushed open the door of the storage room inside, walked in, and closed the door again.

　　Little Jimmy had been abducted! Old Henry was stunned by the sudden disaster, he noticed that the visitor was carrying a gun, and for a moment did not know what to do. At that moment, a police officer walked in, old Henry recognized him as the neighborhood patrolman Tom.

　　As soon as Tom entered, he greeted Henry: "How's business today, Henry?" Old Henry muttered a few perfunctory words to him. Then asked him what he needed.

　　Tom raised a stack of papers in his hand and said, "There is a wanted man in the jewelry theft case who has escaped to our side, this is a wanted notice. I want to post one in your store." Old Henry did not look at the wanted notice, just made a gesture of go ahead, and then walked back and continued to make the pattern on the cake.

　　Tom took a wanted notice, surveyed the store, looking at a place, that is ready to paste the wall, suddenly, as if he remembered something, walked to the partition, through the glass. Will the wanted notice to old Henry look: "You look at the picture, Henry, maybe he will come to your store to buy something to eat. You see, it is written on the wanted notice that the police will have a reward of 100,000 yuan if the clues provided enable them to catch the criminal."

　　Old Henry did not look up, just "Oh".

　　Tom saw that he was still looking down and doing his job and then said: "Henry, you do not take it to heart, anything can happen. If this wanted man happened to come to your store, you will tell the police clues. Then you can get a reward of 100,000 yuan, then you won't have to make cakes anymore."

　　"I can make a lot of money making cakes too."

　　Tom laughed: "Cakes? That's $100,000. Which of your cakes can be worth $100,000? As long as you can see the criminals."

　　"I earn enough money already."

　　"But with 100,000 yuan, you and your grandchildren can have a good life." At that moment, Tom suddenly remembered something and asked, "Oh yes, where's little Jimmy, why haven't I seen him today?"

　　Old Henry looked up at Tom, then put down the work in his hands, opened the oven, a smell of freshly baked cake wafted out, and immediately filled the room. He took out the baking tray while saying, "Jimmy is not feeling well today, he didn't come today,"

　　Just then, only to hear a fluttering sound, the baking pan fell heavily on the operating table.

　　"Oops, my cake ...... is all glued in one piece. What can I do? Mrs. Smith is coming to pick it up at two o'clock in the afternoon."

　　Tom looked toward the cake Henry Sr. was making, and after a few seconds he looked up at Henry Sr. Old Henry glanced at him, then at the wanted notice in his hand, and his head swung slightly toward the inner storage room. Tom looked at Old Henry and was silent for a moment, with an infinite regret in his tone: "I see, you'll have to redo a cake for Mrs. Smith!"

　　Just then, Tom's walkie-talkie rang. Tom picked up and immediately said, "This is Patrolman Tom, I'm in the middle of Peter Street." After a pause, he continued, "What? On Jacobs Street? Okay, I'll go for reinforcements immediately, over."

　　With that, Tom put the wanted notice on the counter and said to Henry Sr. "It looks like you won't get the $100,000, someone has spotted the wanted man on Jacob Street to the south. I'm going over there right now for reinforcements. Here's something you can post for me later." Then he eased his tone again and reassured old Henry, "Don't worry, little Jimmy will be fine soon." After saying that, he walked out.

　　Through the glass door, old Henry saw Tom out the door and headed north. Then he heard the door to the storage room open. The rude man let go of little Jimmy and walked out, taking two freshly baked loaves of bread in his hand as he passed in front of the operating table, and walked out while threatening, "Old man, don't call the police, or I won't let you go."

　　Little Jimmy's mouth was covered for so long that by this time it was too frightened to cry, and old Henry rushed over to comfort him.

　　When old Henry through the glass door to see the man also walking towards the north, has been cloudy face showed a trace of an imperceptible smile: the criminal is step by step towards the trap. Just now, Henry Sr. had framed his hijacking of little Jimmy on the cake, and Tom had read the pattern.

　　At two o'clock that afternoon, when Mrs. Smith came to pick up the cake, old Henry, as usual, the lid off the cake box, to show her the pattern on the cake. Seeing the pattern, Mrs. Smith seemed a little disappointed, and Henry Sr. asked in disbelief, "Are you not satisfied with this fancy?"

　　Mrs. Smith said, "No, the pattern is beautiful. I just thought it was a bit of a surprise, I thought ...... in fact, I wanted to see for myself the $100,000 cake that helped the police catch the wanted man. I heard from Officer Tom that you made my cake with a pattern of a man holding a child at gunpoint and hiding in your pantry ......"