Jake knocked on the heavy office door.
“Come!” It was another of Sir Clive’s irritating mannerisms and Jake used all his strength to push open the instrument of t*****e, padded and studded on the inside, surely a device to ensure nobody could hear speech from outside. Jake always strained his ears for the peremptory command to enter. Having also overtaxed his muscles to get into the office, he was met by the usual smug smile that suggested AA enjoyed inflicting discomfort.
“Do take a seat, dear boy. Now tell me, have you done your homework?”
Without waiting for confirmation, Sir Clive continued, “What do you make of this beast business?”
“I’m not sure, Sir. There are plenty of plausible explanations for wild cats roaming the moors, but I’m dashed if I can make a connection with seventh
