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White Hunter
“THIS IS THE PROBLEM,” Sir Phillip began. “As I mentioned, the manager of the Commercial and International Bank, John Richardson, has just phoned me to say that one of his dogs has gone missing. You know he breeds dogs, don’t you?”
Bob nodded. Pedigree boxers — ugly dogs.
“John’s making quite a fuss about this. Apparently, his prize b***h had a litter of eight puppies yesterday. She had made herself a den behind the garage and John decided to let her stay there overnight. He didn’t want to run the risk of distressing her by moving her into the house in case she abandoned the pups. He decided to leave two of his male dogs outside for the night to scare off any intruders and thought the b***h would be safe.”
“So, what happened?” asked Bob.
“When John went down to check o
