Lo! I say, where has the Jackabee been these last fortnights?

Where in the world is Jackabee? I gathered, from her last telegram, that she and Mr. Abbington are off on a grand adventure circling the globe in a hot air balloon drinking tea from fine China provided to them by sweet, old Mrs. Dillsdale, still pondering the unfortunate circumstances behind Mrs. Wollsworth's bad fall last week.

The peculiar Madame fell from her third story window to crash into the rose bushes below, giving her quite a frightful scratch. The conundrum of the hour had been "Was Mrs. Wollsworth pushed? And if so, by whom?"

I dear say the old Madame remains in a dreadful state of unconsciousness. She has yet to regain her senses, though when I do I imagine the first words out of her mouth will be to fetch a good cup of Earl Grey accompanied by Turkish Delight. She always was a little queer. Turkish Delight has no place next to good Earl Grey, though she has always maintained otherwise.

From what I could tell the enigmatic Jackabee took the case as soon as it was presented to her and upon its receipt Mr. Abbington- her trustworthy mole sidekick- began to sniff out clues and leads with his powerful snout and astounding intuition.

Last I checked their clues lead them halfway around the world to the lands bordering upon the great East India where they saved the Raj of Ignabistan from a terrible case of the flu, and proceeded to secure the password to opening up the greatest treasure trove ever assembled. The password had something to do with sesame seeds from what I gathered in her last telegram, truly remarkable indeed.

Mr. Abbington is still hot on the trail, and I look forward to their expeditious return. What a strange twist this simple case has taken. We were all quite astounded, to say the least.

Dear, delightful Mr. Abbington, where will your razor sharp intuition and powerfully potent nose take you and Miss Jackabee next?

~W