Prof. Thompson paced around his office fingering the little gold dog on a chain. It’s tiny ruby eyes glinted eerily in the flickering light from the gas fire. He sighed and sat in the nearest chair his hands rested at his temples behind which a headache was throbbing.

This ornament should never have been removed. If the authorities were to find out about this error…. he wouldn’t think about that. But how to return it undetected…that was the trouble.