Inspector Winship and Dr. Tart continued their drive along the pastoral English road. The fire from the petrol station raged behind them, lifting tall spirals of blue grey smoke; like dragons signaling their arrival in the region.

"What do you think of this case?", Inspector Winship asked, with the focused calm of a veteran detective.

"I think that we could be headed right into a complicated situation. You know how these English manor homes are — nothing but secrets and resentments," Dr. Tart answered, with his renowned confused assurance.

"Well this letter is our key into the mansion. And while we're there our job is to find out just who exactly killed Lord and Lady Morley — and why!" With that, Inspector Winship tugged on his lapels and fixed his gaze towards the setting sun.

The duo drove on in silence until Dr. Tart broke the peaceful sound of the whirring engine.

"Is it just me, or do these old estates give you the willies?" Tart asked, looking for Winship's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

"Everything gives you the willies!," Winship snapped. "Do you remember that case we had at the Welsh mines? You thought you saw a ghost throwing coal at you!"

"I did! and he was!" Dr. Tart exclaimed. "He nearly took my eye out!"

"I outta take your tongue out. That way you wouldn't try to get me scared before every case."

Dr. Tart shook his head at Winship and continued to drive.

"Just get us to Morley Manor in one piece and we'll be fine," Winship said while sliding down in his seat slightly and resting his eyes.

After a few moments, Dr. Tart took a deep breath and spoke to himself quietly, "You wouldn't be so sure if you thought there might be a Wookalar waiting for us."