Continued from “The Case of the Tricky Pirate.”
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Shamrock O’Malley and I arrived at the nearest dock set on the Thames. Shamrock scoured the dock for signs of pirate activity.
“Even if your hypothesis is correct,” said I, “how are we going to find a pirate?”
“Elementary, my dear Walton,” said Shamrock, “We look for the Jolly Roger, and there it is!” Shamrock pointed out a hundred-year-old frigate flying the skull and crossbones.
We ran to the pirate ship where aboard stood a peg-legged man holding a stick with a boot connected to it. “Arrrr! You’ll never catch me alive!”
“I can’t believe it,” I said, “Shamrock . . . was right!”

