leslie(nova scotia)
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- All Treasure Hunting
Unseen by Sherwood Hemlock (Bluenoser) a note was slid under his door at the Baker Street apartment. The sound however did catch the ear of the intrepid detective. Examining the envelope that contained the message Sherwood could not help but smell the intoxicating fragrance that had permeated his sitting room. Soft yet yielding, robust but feminine . He concluded it was sent by a lady of class and distinction. The correspondence was written in a pose of elegance , grace and good grammar. A further clue to support his previous deduction of an upper class lady.
The message was but two lines; "I am lost without my Peppe. Please Mr. Hemlock can you find my Peppe." Examining the letter with his glass he found a further clue tucked into the seal of the letter. (photo 1)> Sherwood's interest in the case at this point was absolute; the game was afoot!
Going to the high end ladies stores in the metropolitan area it did not take the private detective long to unravel where and by whom the fragrance embodied on the letter came from. Sherwood Hemlock knocked on the door of Lady Chatterly's estate and was promptly greeted by a butler in full regalia with a distinct skin tone only found in the former British colony of Rhodesia. After a mindful deliberation Hemlock concluded that the butler was a former soldier stationed at a garrison that was commanded of Major Chatterly. Detective Hemlock presented his card and asked to see the lady of the house. Within seconds a glamorous lady dressed in an eloquent fine Swiss dress floated into the room and stated that she was indeed the lady of the house. Sherlock immediately took the direct offensive and questioned the lady about Peppe. A look of utter despair clouded Lady Chatterly's face as a single tear rolled down her porcelain face to her finely chiseled chin.
Lady Chatterly was a lady of few words and responded to the query by saying, "Dog gone."
Chilled. Simply chilled to the bone was Hemlocks feeling at the response. "And where was the last time you saw your beloved Peppe madam? I assume it was of the Rhodesian Ridge Back variety"
Still shaken and a bit stirred she retorted "Yes Mr Hemlock Peppe is indeed of that breed. My late husband brought him back from his last posting as well as his batman Guthro . Guthro had taken him for his daily walk in the Dingle."
Hemlock absorbed all this information exiting the great double doors without a word. His assistant Dr. Navy Davy was previously detained so Zen Guru (AT Pro) had the dubious pleasure of escorting Hemlock on the case. The Dingle as it was called by locals and Sir Stanford Fleming Park as it was officially designated was a vast acreage bounded by the Northwest Arm, Jollimore and the Purcell's Cove Rd. Home to untold of breeds of four legged canines. Examining the numerous paths that led into the wooded areas Sherlock Hemlock could feel it in his blood that the hound had been there not too mention the foul smell of doggie dew that could only have come from such a magnificent beast as the Ridge Hound.
Hemlock was hot on the trail when he eyeballed what could only be described as "Miss Sunshine" (p2). When questioned she responded without hesitation that she had seen that Jim Dandy of a dog in the park on several occasions digging holes along the path. Zen then got in to the swing of it unearthing what he thought was a bawbee but upon closer inspection was not to be. A sudden chime from Hemlock's mobile startled both seekers.
"Mr Hemlock my Peppe has returned home on his own accord."
The case of the Missing Hound of the Dingle
Hemlock was miffed shouting into his mobile with anger "Oh fuddle-duddle what a waste of my precious time" hanging up as the last syllable was spoken.
Looking to his left he noticed that Zen had become entangled in a maze of roots. Something akin to the Chinese Finger Trap Puzzle. Sherwood Hemlock was not amused sorting out the mess in mere seconds.
Zen gave thanks to the detective adding that he was not himself today as he missed Quota Guru who was being cured of his ailments in East Texas by the only person in North American that preforms operations on the very elderly. Last time there Quota Guru came back as if in his youthful days. The cost was paramount however and worth every cent. Zen then said in a soft voice that he had been climbing up and down the hills of the Dingle for too long as his legs wore down and now he had to bum around. Shocking . Brilliant. Profound.
Leaving the park Hemlock noted the two figures cut by the stone masons under his employment of what can only be taken as a bottle of alcohol and a piece of a mans anatomy.(p3) The two well known vices of the person in question. Hemlock had an epiphany directing his horseless carriage Nogo Sojo to the smart shop to collect Capt Morgan and his Master at Arms Sgt. Dye Ed Cola. Case closed.(p4)
The message was but two lines; "I am lost without my Peppe. Please Mr. Hemlock can you find my Peppe." Examining the letter with his glass he found a further clue tucked into the seal of the letter. (photo 1)> Sherwood's interest in the case at this point was absolute; the game was afoot!
Going to the high end ladies stores in the metropolitan area it did not take the private detective long to unravel where and by whom the fragrance embodied on the letter came from. Sherwood Hemlock knocked on the door of Lady Chatterly's estate and was promptly greeted by a butler in full regalia with a distinct skin tone only found in the former British colony of Rhodesia. After a mindful deliberation Hemlock concluded that the butler was a former soldier stationed at a garrison that was commanded of Major Chatterly. Detective Hemlock presented his card and asked to see the lady of the house. Within seconds a glamorous lady dressed in an eloquent fine Swiss dress floated into the room and stated that she was indeed the lady of the house. Sherlock immediately took the direct offensive and questioned the lady about Peppe. A look of utter despair clouded Lady Chatterly's face as a single tear rolled down her porcelain face to her finely chiseled chin.
Lady Chatterly was a lady of few words and responded to the query by saying, "Dog gone."
Chilled. Simply chilled to the bone was Hemlocks feeling at the response. "And where was the last time you saw your beloved Peppe madam? I assume it was of the Rhodesian Ridge Back variety"
Still shaken and a bit stirred she retorted "Yes Mr Hemlock Peppe is indeed of that breed. My late husband brought him back from his last posting as well as his batman Guthro . Guthro had taken him for his daily walk in the Dingle."
Hemlock absorbed all this information exiting the great double doors without a word. His assistant Dr. Navy Davy was previously detained so Zen Guru (AT Pro) had the dubious pleasure of escorting Hemlock on the case. The Dingle as it was called by locals and Sir Stanford Fleming Park as it was officially designated was a vast acreage bounded by the Northwest Arm, Jollimore and the Purcell's Cove Rd. Home to untold of breeds of four legged canines. Examining the numerous paths that led into the wooded areas Sherlock Hemlock could feel it in his blood that the hound had been there not too mention the foul smell of doggie dew that could only have come from such a magnificent beast as the Ridge Hound.
Hemlock was hot on the trail when he eyeballed what could only be described as "Miss Sunshine" (p2). When questioned she responded without hesitation that she had seen that Jim Dandy of a dog in the park on several occasions digging holes along the path. Zen then got in to the swing of it unearthing what he thought was a bawbee but upon closer inspection was not to be. A sudden chime from Hemlock's mobile startled both seekers.
"Mr Hemlock my Peppe has returned home on his own accord."
The case of the Missing Hound of the Dingle
Hemlock was miffed shouting into his mobile with anger "Oh fuddle-duddle what a waste of my precious time" hanging up as the last syllable was spoken.
Looking to his left he noticed that Zen had become entangled in a maze of roots. Something akin to the Chinese Finger Trap Puzzle. Sherwood Hemlock was not amused sorting out the mess in mere seconds.
Zen gave thanks to the detective adding that he was not himself today as he missed Quota Guru who was being cured of his ailments in East Texas by the only person in North American that preforms operations on the very elderly. Last time there Quota Guru came back as if in his youthful days. The cost was paramount however and worth every cent. Zen then said in a soft voice that he had been climbing up and down the hills of the Dingle for too long as his legs wore down and now he had to bum around. Shocking . Brilliant. Profound.
Leaving the park Hemlock noted the two figures cut by the stone masons under his employment of what can only be taken as a bottle of alcohol and a piece of a mans anatomy.(p3) The two well known vices of the person in question. Hemlock had an epiphany directing his horseless carriage Nogo Sojo to the smart shop to collect Capt Morgan and his Master at Arms Sgt. Dye Ed Cola. Case closed.(p4)
