The Case of It’s a Dog’s Life

So how are you finding our British weather?” inquired Constable Howard.

Detective Nose searched for something positive to say but came up blank – there had been nothing but gray drizzle since he arrived! And now, although he was supposed to be on holiday, his friend was taking him on a work trip to the scene of a death – as if Detective Nose didn’t see enough of them back home.

Luckily he was saved from having to answer as the Constable suddenly braked hard and swerved the police car into a gravel drive. “Jolly good, here we are,” he said happily.

As they exited the car, a plump man opened the door of the big, old, ivy-covered house and bustled out to meet them.

“Ah, good morning,” said the Constable, removing his hat deferentially. “This is my friend Detective Nose, holidaying here; come along with me for the ride is all.”

Mr. Falconer, the owner of Manor House, shook both of their hands. “A pleasure, a pleasure! Do come in, gentlemen.”

Detective Nose’s day wasn’t getting any better. As he crossed the threshold, a huge dog appeared from nowhere and launched itself at his chest, almost winding him.

“Down, Rover! Sorry Detective – sorry – he wouldn’t hurt a flea – his only problem is his bottomless stomach, I’m afraid he searches everyone that comes in the house in case they have any food!”

“Humph… that’s OK,” said Detective Nose a little grumpily.

Their host showed the two investigators to the scene of the crime. An impressive dining room, the centerpiece of which was an enormous, regal dining table.

“The police have of course removed the … uh … deceased,” said Mr. Falconer,”and my chef cleared away the dishes, but otherwise nothing has been touched.”

“Right,” said Constable Howard reassuringly. “This is just a formality, sir, my colleagues at the station believe your guest died of a heart attack. Our visit is just a tick in the box.”

Mr. Falconer looked relieved. “It was awful,” he confided. “One minute we were all enjoying a lively dinner party, and the next dear old Bob collapsed into the remains of his food.”

As the other two men talked, Detective Nose stalked around the room, his footsteps cushioned by the deep, luxurious carpet. He stopped directly behind the seat where Bob had been sitting when he died. He slowly turned a full circle, noting everything in sight. Returning to face the table, Detective Nose was struck by the vast mirror that hung on the wall directly opposite. With its highly ornate frame, the mirror was clearly meant to be the focal point of the room.

The Detective frowned as he looked at the mirror – there was something odd about it – it was subtly concave, reflecting virtually the whole room. Immediately behind him was an open door. He wandered through it and found himself in a spotless kitchen. He took a quick inventory. Dog’s bowl full of dinner scraps by the scullery, a hanging rack of utensils, enormous Aga stove …

“Ah, Detective, there you are!” The constable bustled in. “I think we’ve done our duty here. Shall we be going?”

“Howard”, the detective replied seriously, “all is not quite what it seems in this place.”

What made Detective Nose suspect foul play?

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11 Responses to “The Case of It’s a Dog’s Life”

  1. Big G on May 4th, 2009 7:57 pm

    A subtly concave mirror would reduce the amount of the room that it reflected. A convex mirror would show more of the room.

  2. Dumped on April 26th, 2010 11:00 am

    What kind of monster would poison a dog?!?!?!?!?!?!

  3. john on May 20th, 2010 5:50 am

    A Chinaman that was hungry!!!

  4. Brainiac on January 8th, 2011 6:54 pm



  5. daniel smith on February 10th, 2011 9:55 am

    he died from seeing a dog get piosioned???!!?!?!?!?

  6. jimmy bob on May 12th, 2011 2:53 pm

    I don’t understand why the killer tried to poison the dog as well as the victim.

  7. Emerson on May 24th, 2011 9:40 pm

    They weren’t trying to poison the dog, the dog didn’t touch the guest’s dinner scraps because it was poisoned!

  8. me on March 22nd, 2012 4:54 am

    omg really guys? it was dinner SCRAPS meaning ti used to be on the ‘deceaseds’ plate

  9. Becca on January 7th, 2013 5:41 pm

    I still can’t find the answer is it because nose realized that the dog didn’t eat the scraps of the decieseised even though the dog had an endless stomach? So that must mean the food was poisoned. Right?

  10. josh on March 1st, 2013 4:21 pm

    Comon fellas!? If a human being cudnt “smell”(detect) the poisen how wud a dog do that!?!,(if he realy served it to d hungry dog d dog wud be dead)putting d scrap in d dogs boul is a deception trick to make pp think d food was’nt poisen cos d dog is his,he didn’t allow d dog to eat d scrap cos he does’nt want to poisen his dog, nd he wants pp to beleive that. Remember that D scrap was by the scullery ready to be washed off.
    HE WAS RELEIVED when the police said d victim died of a heart attack,that immediatly made me think he probably poisened d victim,but that is not a substantial evidence.
    Its not realy easy to get.

  11. josh on March 1st, 2013 4:54 pm

    The scrap of dinner in a damn hungry dogs boul is part of wah made detective suspect a foul play,but, there is MORE to that CONCAVE MIRROR

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