The Stolen White Elephant All goes well for two weeks ─ then my problems begin. I get a phone call in the middle of the night: the white elephant is stolen! For some moments I feel helpless. Then I become calmer. There is only thing I cmn do. I hurry to New York City and ask the first policeman that I meet to bring me to the headquarters of the police force. This is the scene of the man who is transporting the white elephant found that it was stolen. I could feel him tense or impatience. Where is white elephant? Who stole it? You could know at the end of this book.