The Case of the Case

We both stood over the case, Shamrock O’Malley and I. “What do you make of this, my dear Walton?” Shamrock asked me. “This leather case is neither yours nor mine, but it has found its way into our very home!”

“Well, I imagine one of our recent visitors accidentally left it.”

“Pish posh,” O’Malley waved off the suggestion as if it were a foul stench. “Clearly it is the work of my arch-nemesis, Professor Montgomery!”

“Notice the embossed name?” I asked. “Mr. James Washburn. He had that strange letter that turned out to be intended for his neighbor.”

“Montgomery!” Shamrock screamed.

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