The Great Mouse Detective Page #5

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my Bairn.

I'm all right. I was so worried

about my little girl.

Oh, how sweet.

Oh, I just love

tearful reunions.

Now, come along,

my dear.

Oh, please!

Please!

- Olivia! Oh, please, Professor!

- Father!

Now, now. Fidget will

take good care of her.

That is, as long as

we have no further delays.

Yes, yes, I'll finish it.

Just don't hurt my daughter.

Remember,

it must be ready...

tonight!

Stop! Let me go!

- You ugly old thing!

- That ought to hold ya.

Help! Let me out!

Let me out!

See how you like that.

Ah, the uniforms.

I knew I could rely on you.

Now, you didn't forget anything?

No problem.

I took care of everything.

Everything on the list.

Uh-oh.

- What's wrong?

- The list... I know...

- Where's the list?

- The list, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You see,

it was like this.

I was in the toy store getting uniforms,

when I heard "A-roo."

- "A-roo."

- You're not coming through.

A dog came. I ran.

I had baby bonnet,

girl in bag and Basil chased me.

What?

Basil on the case!

Why, you

gibbering little...

Oh, my dear Fidget,

you have been hanging

upside down too long.

You mean you're not mad?

I'm glad you're taking it so well.

Not me, you idiot. No,

stop, you stupid fur ball!

Open up! Open up! Ay, ay, ay!

You're hurtin'my wings!

How dare that idiot Basil poke his

stupid nose into my wonderful scheme...

and foul up

everything!

Let me out! Let me out!

Help!

I can just see that insufferable

grin on his smug face.

Yes, yes,

I can just see it.

Hee-hee-hee.

Felicia,

release him.

I'm too young to die!

Fidget, you delightful

little maniac.

You've presented me with

a singular opportunity.

Poor Basil!

Oh, he is in for

a little surprise.

Offhand, I can

deduce very little.

Only that the words

are written...

with a broad-pointed quill pen,

which has spattered twice.

That the paper is of...

native Mongolian

manufacture, no watermark,

and has been gummed,

if I'm not in error,

by a bat who has been drinking

"Rodents Delight,"

a cheap brandy sold only

in the seediest pubs.

Hmm. Amazing.

Oh, not really, Doctor. We still

don't know where it came from.

Perhaps a closer inspection

will tell us something.

Hmm-hmm. Hmm.

Hmm-hmm.

Coal dust.

Clearly of the type...

used in sewer lamps.

- Uh, but Basil...

- Shh! Don't speak.

Excuse me, Dawson.

Steady hand.

Yes, yes.

Good, good.

Come along,

Come along.

Yes, yes. Good, good.

No, bad, bad.

Good, good.

Come along, come on.

Yes, come on.

Yes! Yes!

Ah-ha, we've done it,

old fellow!

This reaction could

only have been triggered...

by the paper's saturation with

distillation of sodium chloride.

Salt water?

Great Scot.

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