A Touch of Lavender - Part 15 - A Craven Danger Mystery

In through the back door, and into kitchen, crept three sleuthing ghosts. Hell bent on justice.

And somewhere within the dark recesses of the old house a creaking door cried out that a visitor was on its way.

“Did ya hear that?” said the first ghost.

“I didn’t hear nothin’” said the second ghost.

”You never hear nothin‘“ said the first ghost. "How'd ya expect ta get any detectin' done with those Dumbo ears that ain't worth a hoot?"

“I hear plenty," said the second ghost. “I’m just what ya call disinegratin’”

“Discriminatin’” said the first ghost.

“Whatever.”

The old wooden floor echoed the door’s cry as the visitor’s bulky weight made its way toward the kitchen.

The sudden smell of lavender was overwhelming. So much so that the three ghosts in the kitchen felt their knees buckle.

“I can’t breathe,” said Sidney. “It’s like a funeral parlor in here.”

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” said Craven.

“Will you listen to you two pansies,” said Betty. “If this is the way ya gonna behave around the smell of flowers, what are ya gonna do when ya see a mug with a gun? I can’t carry ya both, Mr. Danger. And I used the last of my smellin’ salts after ya fainted when Sidney ran over that poor squirrel. Imagine. Faintin’ over a little squirrel. I was embarrassed ta know ya.”

“He was squirtin’ blood all over the windshield,” said Craven. “It was revoltin’”

“That wasn’t blood,” said Betty. “That street vendor hurled a tomato at Sidney for runnin’ over the squirrel.”

“I tell ya I seen blood, and maybe a little guts," said Craven.

“You wouldn’t know guts if they smacked ya in the kisser," said Betty.

“And that squirrel had it comin’,” said Sidney. “He was pushin’ his luck tryin’ ta cross in front of me. Besides, I had the light. I’m not losin’ any sleep over this.”

“Maybe you two oughta sit in the cab,” said Betty. “And let me handle this.”

“Why, of all the insutin’--”

But before Craven could get another word out, they heard the inner kitchen door make a mournful cry.

And it was all our ghostly sleuths could do to stay in their own mortal skin.