The Last Bell Before Breakfast
A quiet kind of trouble

Breakfast waited in Foxglove Square. The clock reached eight. The bell said absolutely nothing.
The Courier If the bell doesn't ring, does breakfast still count?
The Tea Keeper The biscuits say yes. My ears say something's wrong.

They climbed the tower. Its rope remained. Its bell did not.
The Detective A silent bell is one mystery. An absent bell is another.
The Reader Then we'd better solve both before the tea gets cold.

A turquoise ribbon fluttered from the window latch. Outside, the pigeons watched the rooftops.
The Courier Someone left us a very long clue.
The Detective And our witnesses appear to be waiting.




