Join Piglock Homes and his sidekick Doctor Bearson as they investigate the strange affair of the Dartymuir Dog…
The train huffed and puffed across the quiet countryside and Piglock sat huddled in one corner of the carriage. He was obviously deep in thought, and Bearson managed to ignore his rumbling stomach while hoping Homes would remember Mrs Miggs’ pies before they went cold. Fortunately for Bearson’s temper, Homes lifted his face from contemplation and thrust a trotter into the bag and passed out an oozing pie.
Bearson sunk in his teeth into the pastry and groaned silently as the gravy ran down his chins. By the time he had finished his pie, Homes was halfway through his. The great detective belched discreetly and threw the second half of his pie to Bearson.
The rattle and groan of the express train lulled Bearson to sleep, while Piglock Homes pondered the problem they were speeding towards.
The great train groaned and shrieked its way into the station concourse at Brizzle. Homes leaned out of the window and studied the press of humanity on the platform.
“I say, old chap,” he ejaculated. “If it isn’t our old friend Yore.”
The inspector was pushing his way through the crowd towards the train, but the guard was already slamming the doors closed.
Homes poked the top half of his body out of the window.
“Guard,” he shouted. “Hold the train. There’s a guinea in it for you if my friend there catches the train.”
The guard slowed his progress along the train while Yore increased his efforts to reach the express before it slid out of the station. Homes threw the carriage door open and, as Bearson dragged the inspector aboard, flicked a coin into the guard’s horny palm.
Yore just about collapsed onto the faded plush of the seat. He was obviously exhausted, his limbs were shaking and his face was grey and drawn. Although, to be brutally honest, Yore’s face was always grey. He appeared to be struggling for breath and Bearson hurried to feel his pulse.
Homes looked concerned, but Bearson smiled.
“He’s fine. Just over exerted.”
Bearson reached into his pocket and brought out his hip flask. He put it to Yore’s lips. The inspector drank deeply.
“Ye gods Bearson, what is that?”
“It’s creme de menthe and Irn Bru.”
“It’s vile. But I’ll have another belt if it’s all the same to you.” He drunk again. “I’ve been waiting for you. Homes. But I’m afraid we’re too late…”
Piglock Homes and his sidekick Doctor Bearson will continue their investigation into The Affair of the Dartymuir Dog next week…