Casebook 1: The Open-and-Shut Case - 1.2[index]

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“I think there’s something in there,” I said.

I rinsed off the blood from the tube, then set it down on the counter-top, and bashed it hard with the flat of my hand. It cracked open easily enough, and out fell a scrunched bullet of paper. On the paper was written a series of numbers, followed by a crude drawing of a fish:

I was quiet for a second, pondering its significance. Maud looked over my shoulder and peered at the note.

“How strange,” she said. “It looks like a telephone number.”

I picked up the phone and dialled the number. My superintendent answered:

“Hello? Infestigore. How did you … well, it doesn’t matter. There’s been a bank robbery. Helflemeny & Kimlico. Get over there will you. And don’t call me at home.”

And that was how it started.