As one of the shops was a bakery, it guaranteed that everything smelled nicely of freshly baked bread, even if the heat of the ovens made the room incredibly stuffy in any season but winter. She’d done this by covertly bricking off bits of the storerooms of two adjoining shops and knocking down the wall between them. “Nearly anything, it seems.”Ĭhippy thus made into someone else’s problem for the time being, Marta saw to the suitable outfitting of herself and Simms for their errands, using carefully selected clothing from a bolt-hole she had constructed not far from Union Station. Simms smiled sardonically as they turned to leave. “I don’t know anything about dogs! Mum never let us have any pets. All that prevented a well-timed escape by Chippy was Elijah’s hasty grab for his leash.
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“If anything of interest emerges, Mister Masterson, any of my regular runners will know how to find one of us.” Captain Ramos waved airily. Ladies have a weakness for such tiny dogs, I’ve been told.” Though presumably not when they were in the midst of explosive diarrhea.Ĭhippy still held out at arm’s length, Elijah said weakly, “Oh, is that so?” Perhaps observing Elijah’s rather slack look, she drew a stained handkerchief from the top of her boot and tucked it into his breast pocket, giving it a little pat at the end. “Do give it a thorough clean.” Captain Ramos smiled. We need it.” Observing the dawning horror in Elijah’s eyes, he was forced to wonder if Captain Ramos felt like this all the time and perhaps this was why she seemed so determined to mess with his mind at every turn. “And when that happens,” Simms continued, reveling in Elijah’s befuddlement, “you must carefully check the results for evidence of a rather nice pearl and diamond necklace. It was probably a kindness to refrain from telling him what had been in the dog’s mouth recently. Chippy, still in his outstretched hands, squirmed into position to place his paws-which as luck would have it were quite muddy, thanks to a puddle they’d found on the way to the station-on Elijah’s chest so he could give the man’s be-stubbled chin an enthusiastic washing.
“Which he ought to, quite often, as we’ve had to give the poor thing a bit of croton oil.”Įlijah’s expression became one of horror as he stared at them.
“If he feels the call of nature,” Captain Ramos finished. “There’s a nice bit of park not far from the station. “You’ll be minding the dog while we see to things in the city,” Simms supplied in his own, almost equally helpful, tone. “His name is Chippy,” Captain Ramos said in her most helpful tone, which wasn’t helpful at all. This was a habit Simms had broken in himself long ago, realizing if he would be spending much time around Captain Ramos, more concern for his own physical health and sanity was necessary. “Sir?” As was all too often the case when an item, no matter how strange, was offered to a person, Elijah took the little dog without thought, and then stared at the Captain.
The tiny dog began to squirm, yipping excitedly at the prospect of making a new friend. Obligingly, he held Chippy out toward Elijah. “Sir, I was told you had an important task for me.”Ĭaptain Ramos waved a hand dismissively. It’d certainly keep him out of trouble.Įlijah still offered the Captain a snappy salute, after first glancing around to confirm that they were alone. This really only served to affirm Simms’s decision to give him this task. Or, Simms thought upon a closer look at the younger man’s rather red eyes, today he wasn’t so much untidy as quite hung over. He wore a rumpled brown-checked shirt, one sleeve half rolled-up, and a vest he hadn’t bothered to button, no jacket in sight. His brown hair stuck out in untamed curls and a shadow of stubble decorated his chin. Elijah Masterson was a man of medium height and untidy habits, though today he seemed particularly untidy, perhaps because he’d been called down so abruptly. He’d brought one of the more innocent looking railcars down from the mountains and thus was able to berth it along the public tracks. They met Elijah among the warehouses not too far from Union Station. The Curious Case of Miss Clementine Nimowitz (and her Exceedingly Tiny Dog) by Alex Acks Part 1 – Part 2
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