Horst Opens Up

"I'm afraid I'm wracked with guilt," Horst said looking chagrined.  "You've both done all this work to find my antagonizer and I've barely lifted a finger to assist you in in my own case."

"Darn right Mr Horst!  I might add that you may have potentially gone so far as to harm your case," Quigley said, hopping onto the edge of the sofa.

"Nonsense, Quigley," Mews said from the kitchen.  "Why don't you relax and take a seat.  I fear you are intimidating our guest.  Now, Horst.  What can you tell us about this dog friend of yours that you were heard arguing with last summer?"

"Yes, okay.  If I may say one thing in my defense first.  I refrained from telling you about Magnus because I wanted to be discreet about my affairs.  It's hard enough being a petite dog-if you know what I mean."  Mews and Quigley exchanged looks and settled into their seats with some freshly brewed Irish tea.