Chatterbox: Inkwell

Here's something for those who need some material for a mystery. I was going to use this for my own story, but I know I'm guaranteed to lose interest, so here is my idea. (But if you use my idea for a story and publish it, you need to tell me so I know to not publish a story containing this idea.) Anyways, I decided to put the idea in the form of a story, and if you take the entire story here, and publish it, I'll look something like . Kidding.

Linda examined the paper. She was in criminology 101 class in her university. All she could make out were faint lines, etched into the paper. She could tell immediately that someone had used a pen that had no ink, didn't want or couldn't get another pen, so etched out the writing in the paper. Their hand started to cramp so they started to write (or etch) lighter and lighter. And it was hardly a scratch in the surface, especially since the person didn't write that hard in the beginning. 

Linda tapped her chin deep in thought, but unable to think of anything else, she passed it to the next person. Ellie Carson.

Ellie was blind, but had one of the most beautiful voices you could ever hear. She was also very smart, and clever. 

As Ellie moved her right hand over the paper, she smiled. Linda could tell she figured it out. 

Ellie passed it on to the next person. And the paper went around, around, and around until it reached Professor Williams. He received the paper in his calloused hands, and asked if anyone had figured it out. Ellie raised her hand, but no one else did. So Ellie was told to explain.

"You see," she said, "since I must use brail, I'm pretty good at feeling things to know what they say. As some people have good memory and are good at memorizing things. So anyways, I felt the letter, and noticed that on the right hand side, left if you're the one reading it, there were the etches. The left hand side had nothing. To normal people, they would think that the writer hadn't pressed hard enough, but since underneath the etch on the right side, there was something underneath. Maybe, the person regained their strength, but really, they just wrote on the right. That's why, even on the right side, the etches kept on getting lighter and lighter. But back to the topic, what was written was:

eggs

butter

milk

flour

 the ingredients for a cake. So who's the cake for professor?"

Everyone sat there in their small circle, shocked at the blind Sherlock Holmes fan.

 "Don't underestimate me." said Ellie suddenly, "I may be blind, but even bats can see. And this puzzle is quite easy. Elementary Watson, elementary."

So what do you think? Oh yeah, if you would like to use this, please tell me. Oh, and I'm open to any comments or criticism.

*Olive says Hi* (BTW, Olive helped me with the puzzle part. I'm really bad at puzzles.)

Thanks Olive! And everyone who reads this.