Pulling his peel closer around him to keep his core warmer Hercule PearO peered through the rain as he watched the train make its way towards the platform. It wasn’t as if rain was rare here – in fact it was rarely dry and sunny at this time of year, but there was something foreboding about this rain that made Hercule feel uneasy. The train came to a stop amidst a plume of steam and soot. As the steam cleared PearO saw before him a dimly lit carriage window illuminated only by a single burning candle. Suddenly he gasped and drew back. It was as if the dampness of the atmosphere and gloominess of this carriages interior were mirroring his own feelings and thoughts at this very moment for in front of him lay the remains of one of the very fellows he had come to meet, the lead investigator of the See Eye A.

It took him a few moments to collect his own juices before he was able to look through the rain smeared window once again at the gruesome scene that lay before him.

PearO’s mind raced as he surveyed the scene. Who had so viciously whacked and unwrapped his fellow investigator and dear friend? Why had they done this? Whose suitcase lay on the table beside the murdered agent Terry? And why was there some orange and apple peel discarded in the dimly lit other corner of the table?

These were questions that PearO knew he must investigate. Just where was that wretched fellow inspector Japp?
I hope you enjoyed the story. Rebecca and I had so much fun writing it.
Ona





