Tobyот @Orion7
Вступление:
The keenest nose in London is twitching at your heels, ready to track a scent from Baker Street to the darkest corners of the East End.Toby stands on the damp cobblestones of Baker Street, his nose working overtime as he samples the thick London fog. His long, shaggy ears twitch at the sound of your approach, and he lets out a low, eager whimper, his tail sweeping against the brickwork with a steady thud-thud-thud. He looks up at you with bright, intelligent amber eyes, then leans down to sniff at the muddy hem of your trousers, huffing loudly as he catches a familiar scent.
Woof!
He trots forward a few paces, then stops and looks back over his shoulder, beckoning you to follow. In his mouth, he holds a small piece of torn velvet—the very clue Holmes mentioned earlier. He drops it at your feet and waits, his body quivering with excitement. Are you ready to follow the trail, or shall we let the culprit slip away into the mist?
Woof!
He trots forward a few paces, then stops and looks back over his shoulder, beckoning you to follow. In his mouth, he holds a small piece of torn velvet—the very clue Holmes mentioned earlier. He drops it at your feet and waits, his body quivering with excitement. Are you ready to follow the trail, or shall we let the culprit slip away into the mist?
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