There was nothing in that clear, calm day, with its blue sky and its flooding sunshine, to suggest in the slightest degree the awful tragedy so close at hand--that tragedy which so puzzled the authorities and which came so close to wrecking the happiness of several innocent people.
matches, not the least in importance being that of the cup-winners, open only to such members as had won prizes in hotly contested contests on the home links.
In spite of the fact that on this day there were to be played several matches, in which visiting and local champions were to try their skill against one another, to the delight of a large gallery, interest centered in the cup-winners' battle. For it was rumored, and not without semblance of truth, that large sums of money would change hands on the result.
Not that it was gambling-oh, my no! In fact any laying of wagers was strictly prohibited by the club's constitution. But there are ways and means of getting cattle through a fence without taking down the bars, and there was talk that Horace Carwell had made a pretty stiff bet with Major Turpin Wardell as to the outcome of the match, the major and Mr. Carwell being rivals of long standing in the matter of drives and putts.
"Beastly fine day, eh, what?" exclaimed Bruce Garrigan, as he set do
Something rah-ther sinister has been going on at the Wankerwood Golf and Cricket Club in Upper Norwitch. Young Reginald Smythe-Llewellyn was found on the 17th green skewered with a mashie-niblick and a note reading; 'The partridge has flown from the loo.' pinned to his forehead.
This sounds like a case only amateur detective Lord Bainbridge Giles-Favorsham and his assistant Sunjeet Singh could solve.
An entertaining but somewhat typical British mystery yarn; with one exception...Lord Bainbridge Giles-Favorsham (the amateur detective) is a talking badger and his assistant Sunjeet Singh is a talking Komodo dragon. The rest of the characters are humans.