Ghost Of My Heart
Chief Pischer's son, Pischero, answered, "When I sent the cigar days ago, I noticed no working hornets in his rooms."
"Working Hornets?"
"Yes, they collect bubbles from Master Turtle's cigar. Master Turtle has a cigar obsession, and I send fresh cigars to Master Turtle's room every day. One cigar a day."
"Continue."
"Then I know Master Turtle had temporarily dismissed the hornet's service. Then, I entered his room to find out if he was unwell and found him dead on his desk."
Delton squinted at the crab. He snatched it from the floor and clenched it in his hands. The crabs squeaked in pain, and the rest murmured angrily at Delton's rudeness.
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