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On an unmitigatedly gloomy evening, my partner Woodrow and I had 

just finished enjoying a wholehearted supper. Woodrow grew up as a 

tall, burly man, with a clever mind to accompany his frame. His 

appealing structure, combined with his lavish clothing made him one to 

be admired by most. Suddenly there came a loud knocking on the door.

At our door stood a wealthy man. He introduced his name as Mr. 

Bradley Tucker.

"Good morning to you both!"

"It appears as if I had disturbed your supper. I’m deeply sorry for the 

inconvenience, but I’m in desperate need of assistance. Could you spare a 

moment?"

            Just this morning, when the day was still gloomy and 

damp, I had finished my errands and as I rode back to town when 

dark hooded men on horseback, possibly three or four, started to 

trail another man, maybe twenty meters ahead of me. The men 

started to surround him as he attempted to abscond from them, 

turning every few streets.

            Curious to see if he’d been endangered, I followed with 

my revolver in hand, but right as I turned from Winchester Ave. 

and Raleigh Rd., the hoof prints I had been following abruptly 

halted. I was bewildered at the sight. All evidence I observed 

seemed to prove contrary to the obvious solution; they had 

disappeared.

            For this reason you might understand why I had 

decided to see you, as I know you’re highly regarded. I feel 

obliged to help the poor lad. I came to you straightaway, and I’m 

immensely sorry to disrupt you.

Of course. Please proceed.

Now tell me again, what time of 

day did this event take place?

Why, just 

about 

seven 

o’clock.

And would you happen 

to recollect any 

descriptions of the men 

I could use?

I remember the four 

men wearing black 

and the horses had 

oval hoof prints. I 

caught a glimpse of 

the man being 

pursued, who had a 

small bag that could 

barely be seen under 

his coat.

Thank you. It will be 

a pleasure to take 

this case, Mr. 

Tucker.

I wish you the 

best of luck 

gentlemen!

I think we must take a look at this spot first 

thing tomorrow morning at seven.

Brilliant! I’ll clean up the 

dishes and let’s get some rest 

for the trip tomorrow!

The buildings on either side of the road seemed to contain the dirt road, 

differing from the main roads and streets in the town. A street lamp 

glowed at the corner of the alley that led to the main street. A very subtle 

amount of light could be seen due to the fog.

Look closely, Wilson. As you can see, the tracks have hardened 

from the dampness present yesterday. They also happen to 

match the description of the hooves Mr. Tucker had given us the 

past evening!

These are undoubtedly the tracks laid down by the 

horses involved. Come; let’s keep searching for clues. 

I already have my suspicions.

I propose we wait on the roof and catch the suspects in 

their acts. They must come back soon, probably within 

the day, most likely for this.

Mr. Tucker isn’t telling us the whole truth. During our 

conversation yesterday, he had claimed he returned late 

last evening, and he had dust on his sleeves. That gives 

him nearly a ten-hour time span in which he has no 

alibi.

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