A Small Gift
"Take him away."
After two weeks of investigation and gallivanting over half of London, Dawson and I had finally apprehended William Willthrow, a nasty rodent who had killed five young lady mice by way of strangling. We had found him before he could commit the sixth murder. Dawson and I were both very tired from this case. We had barely a moments rest throughout the whole endeavor and time had seemed to rush by. It was already Christmas Eve.
“Well Basil, I guess that wraps up this case.”
“Indeed Dawson. Another criminal is put away. But another will undoubtedly take his place.” I said indignantly.
Dawson gave me a puzzled look. “Come now Basil, don’t be so dreary. After all it is Christmas.”
I nodded at him and tried to look happy so that he would not try to press me to be jollier. “Yes, yes, I am sorry Old Chap. I didn’t mean to dampen the mood with my thoughts.”
“Quite alright Basil.” By now Dawson h