The Clues.

On their way to the docks, Conrad asked Pembleton, “Why on Earth are we going to the docks? What possibly could those measly clues have told you?”

Pembleton began to explained as they walked the foggy, brisk London streets towards the docks. “The first clue, was that Abigail could not stop sneezing. Now, why would that be? I asked myself. It is not allergy season, and she is a healthy child with no sign of illness. Then I remembered last year when she got a kitten for her birthday, and she could not stop sneezing. She is allergic to cats. This leads to our second clue.”

Aaaachooo!!!

Aaaachooo!!!

“At Mr. Sloth’s laboratory, we found a hairball. This confirmed it was a cat, but it also provided some more insight. There is one cat in particular who has crossed my path before, who has such a problem. I’ll explain more about that later.”

Gross! A hairball.

Gross! A hairball.

“Finally that leaves our last clue. The tuna fish sandwich. This¬† again confirms we are dealing with cats, but it also tells us their location. I know of this stinky, horrendous brand of tuna fish. It is canned right here in London at the docks. You can smell it from a kilometer a way. Once there, I’m sure my final prognosis will be confirmed,” said Pembleton.

Stinky!

Stinky!

“What’s your final prognosis, Pembleton?” Ducky asked.

“Just wait, Ducky. All in good time,” Pembleton replied.

To be continued…

The Case of the Missing Sloth (Part 1)

The Case of the Missing Sloth (Part 2)

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