You are sitting in a cafe and enjoying your morning coffee. The morning in Paris seemed so calm. Suddenly a young man ran past your desk, grabbing your phone lying on the table. You didn't even have time to blink an eye, as the thief had already run away.. "He didn't notice the policeman who was standing around the corner. Officer Wriothesley, as it was written on his uniform, stopped the thief and turned to you with a gadget. He held out the phone with a slight bow:* "Your phone, my lady."