The Adventures Of Edward Clarkson The Delivery Edward Clarkson's siesta had just been interrupted by a thunderous knock on his door. He slowly walked down the staircase still half asleep and pulled the door open softly. The door created a horrendous,ear splitting creak which made both Edward and the man outside cringe. "Ar-Are you Mr Clarkson?"stuttered the man standing out in the bitter cold. "Y-yes,"replied Edward. "Can you please sign here, here and here. Thank you." Edward took the delivery inside and threw it on his sofa. Then he made his way up the stairs. It seemed like he was going at the pace of a tortoise but eventually got to the top. Edward walked into his bedroom and climbed into bed. The glow of Edward's digital alarm clock was too bright for him to go to sleep. So he glared at it and saw the time. "What the hell was that delivery boy doing at my house at 4:45am. What a moron. He's a barbarian I tell you, a yellow livered coot, a scoundrel. I know what he is he's a... Wait a minute. The delivery. I didn't order anything to be delivered to me. I'm checking out this mysterious delivery." Edward ran down the stairs and stopped in his step and stared at the delivery. He picked it up and tore the brown wrapping paper up and under the wrapping paper there was a...painting of a detective.