The mystery of the lost kipper

This is a detective story. I am not Agatha Christie and this genre I have never tried. So, it is an experiment... I invite you to comment, critize, maybe even compliment, if you want...

And now, ladies and gentlemens, the story can begin...

The mystery of the lost kipper

It was a beautiful morning with a breathtaking sunrise, however, Mr Sardine was terrified.
He tried to remember, where he saw his sweetheart last time. He complained to his friends:
„Oh, that is impossible! My dear kipper was at its usual place and now is gone! What will I do?“
„I know... It is hard for you,“ agreed Mr Gottage,“I know... You have always loved eating kipper. And now, I know, you have nothing... I don´t know, what to do...“
„But in my opinion it is a crime! Someone has stolen it and we don´t know who.“gasped Mrs Greenblue.
The other people were so shocked that they were only silent. They didn´t want to admit that the thief could be among them!
„Poor kipper!“ howled Mr Sardine. „I remember talking to you last time!“
„Yes! You´ve a point! I think, you said something like: 'My dear kipper, you were used to live in cold, but now, you had to get used to be here, between glass tables of the window! Good night and sweet dreams! Tomorrow morning you will be used to be here!' And you went to your bed!“ explained Mrs Greenblue.
Mr Sardine murmured,“You don´t have to describe every detail of my speaking for myself!“
„I know,“whispered Mr Gottage suddenly,“I heard somebody sneaking around the kithchen!
I know, it was probably the thief!“
„Dddid yyyou seeee hhhim ssssteal?“stammered Mr Confused.
„No, I didn´t see him stealing, but I heard him walking here! I know it!“
„Well, my dear guests! I´ve got really good idea!“exclaimed Mr Sardine.“I suggest watching the window all night! But inconspicuously!“
„Yyyes, wwweee ccccannnot rrrisk rrrevealing!“
„I decided to be the first. It would be an honour for me!“said Mr Gottage.
„OK! And we will change after two hours. Everybody agrees?!“shouted Mr Sardine, because all guests were talking over one another.
As they said, did so.
Before the bedtime came Mrs Greenblue to Mr Sardine and asked: „You love your kipper a lot, didn´t you?“
„I refuse to answer any more questions!“announced he angrily. „I´m fed up with this pushy woman!“muttered he to himself.
Mr Sardine was just entering his room, when it happened.
„MIRACLE!“shouted somebody.
„It was Gottage!“cried Sardine with Greenblue together and ran downstairs.
„Miracle! Your kipper is here!“
„Really? It is absolutely great! How did you find it?“
„Me? Not!“
„But who?“
„I haven´t got a clue!“
„Was somebody here?“
„Nnnobody iiimpportant,“responded Mr Confused,“oonly oone chchchambermaid! Iii think, shee putt down thee rolll-topppp!“
„Oh, he says only nonsenses!“hissed Mrs Greenblue to Mr Sardine.
„Not at all!“ he opposed. And then yelled: „I´VE GOT IT!“
„What?“
„The mystery is over!“
Everybody listened tautly.
„It is so easy!“continued Mr Sardine. „The kipper was glued to the roll-top. Therefore we couldn´t see it yesterday morning and in the evening it appeared!“

THE (HAPPY) END