More Suspects Emerge

"So Mews.  I've been patient and while critical of your latest plan to befriend our prime suspect I've "bitten my beak" and accepted it.  Now I think it's time you 
tell me what you know."
 
"Fair enough Quigs." Mews leaned forward.  "I did hear something a little odd as we were finishing up our vanilla trifle.  Mrs Snodgrass received a phone call.  It's seems that she was talking to someone named Beauregard."
  
"Beauregard," Quigley repeated quietly.

"Yes.  But that's not all.  I heard her say that 'Mews doesn't know anything.'  Now if that's not suspicious I'm not sure what is."

"Indeed.  Beauregard. Why does that sound familiar Mews?"

"It sounds familiar because I believe someone by that name moved out of the building over a year ago.  And I believe that this Beauregard was indeed a dog."

"A dog? Well that is strange."

"Now, Quigley.  Before you jump to any conclusions I have a task for you.  Here's a list of potential suspects I've gathered over the course of the last two weeks.  See what kind of information you can come up with and get back to me as quickly as possible.  We must get this case solved before something else happens.  Something worse than nasty notes."