Cat Tabby was soaking wet, and he was well and truly fed up. Two nights ago, he’d been summoned to the Nellie Dean by DCI Judas Iscariot of the Black Museum at Scotland Yard. He didn’t mind Judas; the man did a good job, sometimes too good a job; Judas and the Black Museum had rumbled one of Cat Tabby’s dodgy property development deals a few years back and ‘marked his card’ as they say in police circles. But fair’s fair. He’d let Cat Tabby and his lifelong partner in crime, d**k Whittington, off with a warning; it could have been much, much, worse. Because of that little accommodation on the DCI’s part, Cat Tabby and d**k Whittington did the odd service for the Law. It left a sour taste in the feline’s mouth, but you took your luck and your chances where you could find them; Cat Tabby just
