"Yes, I think we are all well aware of your attitude towards Snodgrass, Quigs. And she is our number one suspect but only because she did at one time wage a building-wide anti-dog campaign. But that was years ago and really, we have no proof that Snodgrass has anything to do with the current case. What further complicates things is that apparently she has some sort of relationship with this Beauregard character who is most definitely a dog. Perhaps she's had a change of heart and is no longer a dogist."
"It is curious. If she is the dog hater that she claims to be than why mingle with Beauregard? And what do we know of Beauregard anyway Mews?"
"Not much my friend, except that he may have a prejudice against small dogs. Didn't you tell me you saw him snarling at a tea cup chihuahua just the other day while you were following him?" Mews asked as Quigley nodded. "I'm afraid I don't have much on Beauregard. My initial suspicion was simply that he was associated with Constance Snodgrass. Now, I'm not sure. I'm not sure of any of this Quigley. I'll need a day of serious contemplation before I can solve this mystery once and for all. I'll need you to leave me on my own and then come by in the evening for port. I believe I'll have something for you by then," Mews said looking stoic.
"I have just the port in mind Mews," Quigley said looking excited. "It will help soothe your addled brain and at once stimulate your creative process. I look forward to it Mews."