Answer:
One pace to the north. Two paces to the east. Two paces to the south. Two paces to the west. One pace to the north.
Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair.
I am a fruit. If you take away the first letter of my name I become a crime. What am I?
I plow and plow but never sow.
Adored by few, feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of my mysteries, but there are still many of them to find. What am I?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.