It appears I have the upper hand, you scalawags, for your rope is no match for my pistol!

 

 

Sheets McGee and his chum decided it would be best to just grin and bear it.

 

 

Clever Jeanette realized that to reach the city in time, she would need to take the train.

 

 

The most difficult part of interrogating the horses was enduring their sarcasm.

 

 

The Case of the Missing Cookies was not the most difficult mystery Dark Charity and Clever Jeanette ever solved.

 

 

To the casual observer, Dark Charity appeared as nothing more than a commonplace bibliophile.

 

 

"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.