"You'll not slip away, Sheets McGee, until you tell me all you know!"

 

 

Dark Charity and Clever Jeanette surely would have been caught out, were it not for their successful impromptu mustache disguises.

 

 

Clever Jeanette enjoyed catching up with an old friend.

 

 

The trap was set. All that was left to do was wait.

 

 

Clever Jeanette was convinced that the nefarious Dr. Whittlestone had hidden directions to his secret lair in one of these books. All she had to do was find it.

 

 

Despite his protestations, Dark Charity felt quite certain that Sheets McGee had not put all his weapons on the table.

 

 

Clever Jeanette stood at the ready, lest whatever lurked in the teapot prove unwilling to engage in civil discourse.

 

 

There must be something sinister behind the strange goings on in this garden, and we shall look high and low to find it.

 

 

Dark Charity had serious reservations about Clever Jeanette's plan for infiltrating the Ghoul's Gala.

 

I'm afraid I have a dreadful infestation of lycanthropes. The garden is quite overrun with them. Quite, quite overrun.

 

 

As soon as she saw the plants with pink flowers, Dark Charity knew she had entered the nefarious Dr. Whittlestone's diabolical garden.

 

Dark Charity and Clever Jeanette could clearly discern who, what, when, where, and how...but they were puzzled as to why.

Once Dark Charity surveyed the scene with her Spectraloccular Spyglass, it became quite obvious what was afoot.



 

Just as the lantern's light illuminated the astonishing contents of the crypt, Clever Jeanette was startled by a sudden clamor from a nearby grave.

 

Clever Jeanette and Dark Charity smiled in satisfaction at a job well done, secure in the knowledge that the statue would never disturb anyone again.