Buttons peered over the hedge where Sherduck was busy
organising a line of constables to do a sweep. A box of gloves were being
passed down and some of them had brush sticks under their wings. He sighed. This
never achieved anything. All it was was a display for the public to look as if
they were doing something. The constables were under a strict regime not to
speak to each other as they moved through the line but they’d still mutter the
odd comment, usually about their oddball detective. Back in the canal, Jimmy
had just leapt back into the water and was swimming between his siblings enthusiastically.
He wondered if this excitable young duckling had seen anything. He’d have to
get him away from his mother first. Maybe an opportunity would arise after talking to the local crackpot.
‘Okay Madam, thanks for your time’ said Buttons. He flew
over to the other side of the canal and landed on a mooring post.
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