The Dog-Gone Caper


Charlie pointed to the right.  “There’s the house, or should I say mansion – must be at least twenty rooms.  When Ms Lydia Langtry said we couldn’t miss it with the twin gables, she was right.  Now to find out about her dog knapping.”

Jimmy steered their Toyota Prius up the hill on the paved driveway leading to the mansion.  The green grass showed nary a weed.  He pulled up next to a BMW and shut off his car’s engine.  His eyes followed the contours of the mansion up three stories.

Located in the countryside about fifteen miles west of the Chief’s home / office in Woodstock, Illinois, the mansion was one of several in the area.  The Langtry’s owed their wealth to manufacturing and investing.  According to Lydia, their leisure pursuits included dogs and horses.

“You don’t mind the rush, Jimmy, do you?  Lydia’s voice quivered when she told me about her kidnapped Airedale, Ruffy.  We can wait to see how this job affects tomorrow night out with Ann and Nellie.  If the case proves complicated, we may have reschedule our date.”

“Right you are, Dad.  Business comes before pleasure, but the girls do get kind o’ irked with last minute… changes.”

Charlie frowned.  “I know, but…”  He shrugged his shoulders.





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