The Case of the Mukkinese Battle Horn Page #3

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Sir Jervis Fruit,

rings Superintendent Quilt

with an urgent inquiry.

Hello, Quilt. Have you a light?

A light? Certainly sir.

- Thank you.

- All right, sir.

Quilt, look, about this

Mukkinese Battle-Horn thing,

something must be done, you know.

Quilt, I want you to call at

every music shop and pawn shop,

masquerading as a musician, and

inquiring for a Mukkinese Battle-Horn.

Have you got that?

- Yes sir. Yes, yes.

Good. Whatever you do,

take every precaution,

and don't get yourself killed.

Oh, I don't know, though...

What was that?

What was that Brown?

Brown, what is that?

- It's a magnifying glass, sir!

Control, Brown, control!

A stone!

- With a message tied to it.

What does it say?

- Fred Smith, Window Repairer.

Fourteen A Hurley Street.

Why, that's fourteen A

Hurley Street's address!

Yes, and no more than

a stone's throw from here.

Yes sir.

Brown, we'll start our search there.

- Business must be good.

- Yes, sir.

Come on!

Puss, P*ssy, pussel, puss.

Kitty kitty ketchup.

Kitty! Kitty! P*ssy!

Come on out of there now

you naughty Tibble pussel.

- Henryyy!

- What is... come...

- Henryyy!

- Come on, Tibbles.

- Henryyy!

- What is it Minnie, I...?

Henry, there is someone

knocking at the door.

What is... what is?

Dear, I can hear someone

knocking on the door.

Knicky, knacky, knocky at the door!

Minnie, I can't hear what you're

saying for that knocking noise!

Tell them to stop that knocking!

I can't hear you!

I think there's someone I'm not sure...

Would you mind not knocking

for a moment, please?

- Certainly.

- Thank you.

Now, what was it, Min?

- There's someone at the door, Henry.

No, no, there isn't Minnie.

- No, there isn't, is there, Henry.

- No, no, no...

Sorry Buddy, good night.

Good... Good night, Minnie.

Good night, Min.

It's all right, you can carry on now.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Henry!

- Now what is it?

There's someone

nicky-knocking at the door!

There's NOT a nicky-knocking

needle nardle noo!

Look, I'm telling you, there's...

Look, you stupid old cow, there's

no-one there, I'm telling you!

Aargh! Aargh!

You naughty old...

There's nobody there, I'm telling you.

Good evening. Won't you please come in?

Brown, this may be dangerous.

I want you to stick around here

and keep your eyes open.

- Right.

- Alright.

Don't forget, Brown.

Keep a sharp watch out.

Right.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Uh, I'm think of taking up music

and I'm looking for a...

a Mukkinese Battle-Horn.

- You can't get them, you know.

- Why is that?

- You can't get the wood, you know.

- I see.

- Poor old Molly Gnasher.

- What about her?

She couldn't get the wood either.

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