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Dr. Freud believes the man, while still
     unconscious, is out of danger. The amyl nitrate has blocked the destructive power of the cyanide without killing him. Dr.
     Freud thinks he would be better off remaining on the train until San Francisco, where he can receive the best medical care.”
    If I’d had the time, I would have loved to have visited the palace of Fans-Home of the Cincinnati Reds base-ball team!
    Since William Henry seemed willing to share information, I asked, “Who else had access to this car?”
    “This Pullman belongs to the government.”
    I said impatiently, “Yes, we know. But who else had access?”
    “Well, I did. And Agent Howard, of course.”
    “And the other man?” I asked.
    He blinked. “What other man?”
    I scowled at him. “Yesterday, at Pennsylvania Station, I saw two men board this Pullman. In fact, they dropped a dollar bill,
     which I was trying to return to them this morning.”
    “You’re full of balloon juice. I haven’t seen anyone else in this car.”
    Balloon juice? Who did he think he was talking to? “That only means you haven’t seen the other man,” I hissed between clenched
     teeth. “It doesn’t mean that he hasn’t been here.”
    William Henry mouthed the words “balloon juice” to Judge and made a face as if indicating that I was crazy.
    I felt my fingers curl into fists.
    “But Agent Howard did have a cat!” Judge blunted, cutting through the tension. “I saw a man carrying a cat last night when
     he passed through our car to the dining car. The poor thing was very still and looked like it was sick. It must be frightened
     and is hiding, because I haven’t seen it since.”
    “Not to worry.” I leaned down to pat Teddy, who had been sleeping at my feet. His big head rose groggily.
    “Cat. Find cat, Teddy. Find cat,” I said to him out loud. But Teddy just looked at me, wagging his tail. He was waiting for
     me to give him a hand signal in Teddyspeak. With my right hand I pointed sharply away from me, the signal for FIND.

    He didn’t budge. Find what? his eyes asked.
    I glanced at William Henry, and wished he wasn’t watching this. Then, I turned back to Teddy and made the signal for CAT.
     I stuck out my tongue and put two fingers behind my head like pointy ears.
    William Henry burst out laughing and I felt my face redden, but it was worth it. Teddy understood the signal. He began to
     sniff around the room. Finding nothing that interested him, he propped himself on his hind legs and used his front paws to
     turn the brass doorknob. It took a few little hops to reach the knob, but when he got the door open, Teddy trotted off to
     check the rest of the train.
    Teddy would love this!
    HOUSE DETECTIVE : PAVLOR UNIVERSITY
    BASIC CANINE DETECTION SKILLS 101

    COURSE DESCRIPTION: In this class you will learn the secret of training your four-legged friend to crack your next case.

    1) Practice with your dog in a room filled with different objects.

    2) In a commanding voice, say “Find ball,” and whatever you want Fido to find.

    3) When Fido gets near the ball, reward him with food. Congratulations.Fido knows what “ball” is.

    4) Say, “find ball,” again. This time, wait for Fido to bring the ball to you and give him more food. Now Fido knows he should bring the ball you to get more treats.
    William Henry chortled. “I believe I can die a happy man, for now I’ve seen everything. You might just as well have asked
     that old shoe to find the cat.”
    I had my doubts about Teddy–the smell of a piece of cheese would be enough to distract him from his mission. But I didn’t
     want to give William Henry the satisfaction of knowing that. “Don’t die yet. You’ll want to see me crack this case first,”
     I said coolly.
    I wanted to show him he was dealing with a skilled detective, so I continued in my professional-sounding voice. “We should
     write down what we know so far. It will help us focus.”
    Taking a pen from the desk, I