The Ming Poodle: Chapter III

Ben Hansen

While Hugh tried to hail a taxi, Ben took the letter he had just written out of his pocket and stuck it in a nearby letterbox. He smiled, being sure it would be useful for a future reference. Hugh finally caught a taxi and they got in.
"where should we go?" Ben asked. "It's not like we have any leads."
"Well, I'll go to the police to find out what I can about this Craper character, and you can try not to do anything stupid."
"That was one time!"
"You shot a four-year-old girl!"
"She was a Russian double agent!"
"She had a red lunchbox! There IS a difference!"
"Ah, stuff you. I'll look for clues the usual way." So saying, Ben leapt out of the still - driving Taxi. Hugh sighed. Every time they had nowhere specific to look, Ben jumped out of a speeding car. It was annoying to Hugh for two reasons: First, it left him with the taxi fare. Second, Ben had an unusual tendency to find answers this way. "Ignore him, on to the police station!" He told the cabbie.