And so, without further ado...

...I declare this blog open! For those of you who were wondering where all those posts were coming from out of the blue, I've been moving my old blog over here. Now that I'm done, I can get on with some new posts and a fresh start. A fresh start? Yep. Let's just say that 'Punctual' and 'Bothered' were never my middle names.* But I intend to change that! So expect to see entries on anything, everything and the rest. Today, the Internet! Tomorrow, the world! Here endeth the lesson. * It's true. In fact, I don't have any.

Part Four: In which the murderer, and a dog, strike again.

 “Not another one!” Cried the headmaster in dismay, once again in confrontation with the inspector. “How long will two murders take to investigate?”  “As long as necessary, sir.” The policeman replied, employing the age-old tactic of question evasion. “With a serial killer involved, it could take months.”  “It was a member of staff as well.” The head sighed. “I mean, pupils we can overlook…”  “No-one must be overlooked, sir!” insisted the policeman, skipping from ‘tepid’ up to ‘bubbling’. “Your pupils are no less important, if not more important, than your members of staff!”  “Now, now, no need to get tetchy.” Said the headmaster, offended. “The pupils are obviously of more concern to you than to us, I see that. But if the government can’t keep these homicidal chaps under control, then it’s hardly our fault is it?”  It was the policeman’s turn to be cutting reply-less. Casting desperately around the study, in which they were currently residing, he caught sight of a new officer clumsily fingerprinting the head’s terrier. Hastily he made off.  “When I said ‘fingerprint everything’, Spanton, I didn’t actually mean… Ouch! Blasted dog.” The head allowed himself a secret smile. He had always thought ‘Nipper’ was a very appropriate name.