Join Piglock Homes and his sidekick Doctor Bearson as they investigate the strange affair of the Dartymuir Dog…
‘Mister Homes. Please come quickly. There’s murder afoot on Dartymuir. Signed Inspector E. E. Yore.’
Bearson had to admit the words meant little to him, but he was satisfied by the change in his best little chum from amoral turpitude to intellectual rigour.
Homes showed his teeth in a feral grin.
“You’d be more interested if you read the Thunderer instead of your dreadful publication full of bones and innards.”
He passed Bearson a copy of the newspaper which he had folded to display a headline and and a short article about a series of strange happenings in the wilds of Dartymuir. The headline read ‘Dogged by the Dartymuir Dog’. According to the somewhat sensationalised account, one of the oldest families in the shire was being persecuted to the extent that its scions lived in fear of their lives. That, combined with the Inspector’s telegraph message, certainly seemed enough to pique the interest of the formerly torpid pig.
“Are we off to Dartymuir, Homes?”
“Oh yes. I think so. Consult your Bradshaw’s for train times and have Mrs Cangar pack some hunny sandwiches. I don’t think we will be home for tea.”
Bearson ascertained train times. “There is a fast train leaving at three thirty, but we will scarcely make that one. Or a stopper which departs at five.”
Homes nodded, and Bearson went off to negotiate with their formidable housekeeper. When he returned, coated and booted, Homes was busily ferreting in an old steamer trunk beside the bay window.
“Aha,” he exclaimed, “got you you little blackguard.”
He emerged triumphantly with a large brass whistle on a lanyard, which he hung about his neck.
“Are you not ready yet Bearson old chap?”
“Very nearly Homes.”
“Good man. Do not by any means neglect to bring your service revolver with you.”
Bearson tapped the pocket of his Ulster. “It’s right here, old thing.”
A knock on the door heralded the arrival of their cab.
As they claimed aboard, Homes passed the driver a shilling. “There’s half a crown in it for you if we make the three-thirty train to Dumplingshire.”
The jarvey whipped up his pony and they were off.
Piglock Homes and his sidekick Doctor Bearson will continue their investigation into The Affair of the Dartymuir Dog next week… Jane Jago