Trafalgar 8139, The name is PearO! Hercule PearO!

I got really into the painting yesterday and I didn't want to stop until I finished. My daughter and I then had enormous fun writing the accompanying story.

... If you remember, in 'Top secret...Operation Lemonade' we last left the action with Inspector Japp (who was heading the FB EYE’s investigation into the brutal murder of the blood orange) squeezing the truth out of the lemons because he believed that one of them was responsible for the murder. We also saw the SEE EYE A, Agent Terry lurking in the background. So to the next installment...



“Welcome to Whitehaven Mansions the home of the infamous Hercule PearO. I am your tour guide, Felicity Lemon. During this tour you will explore this magnificent house, view its exceptional art collection including PearO’s favorite piece a very special version of Paul Cezanne’s ‘The Three Bathers’ painted especially for him and as yet unseen by the general public. You will even partake in the sipping of the finest herbal tea’s with PearO himself. First let us enter his office. On top of the chest of drawers just beneath the painting of ‘The Three Bathers’ you can see the prize vegetable marrow grown by PearO himself.

But wait, the telephone is ringing. Who can this be calling at such an hour? Hush everyone. I believe Hercule PearO’s superior juices are being called upon once again to solve yet another murder mystery.”

“Trafalgar 8139, The name is PearO! Hercule PearO!

Agent Terry? So glad to hear from you! Now slow down dear fellow. We don’t want you having a meltdown… James Japp has done what? Felicity lemon! Come quick! Inspector Japp has been leading an investigation into the brutal murder of a blood orange. He was convinced that a lemon had committed the crime and held in custody every lemon that was in the vicinity at the time of the murder and interrogated each and every one of them hoping to squeeze out the truth.”

The usually calm and collected Felicity rushed into the room toward PearO looking more than a little bitter. She had never totally trusted James Japp’s intuition.

“Japp always jumps to conclusions and accepts any clue much too readily.” She murmured sourly as her peel flew in all directions behind her.

The teapot and tea cup leaned closer to PearO, hoping to hear more of the juicy details.

A group of apples that PearO had been neatly ordering in a line were sick to the core at the news and as we speak were turning a very strange shade of green. Another group of apples were looking decidedly drained of colour and one of them was even rolling off the table, it was so pale.




“Agent Terry, of course I will meet you and James Japp. Where? On the Orient Express? Certainly. See you this evening. Goodbye”

“Felicity, Pack me some spare peel. I have a train to catch!”


Ona