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Bagel Helps Find Robin Hood, written by Edward J. Coburn, is a story about Bagel the Beagle.

   When a seven year old boy, affectionately known as Robin Hood, by his friends and family goes missing, it is up to Adam, Marti, and Sheriff Stibbens to follow the clues provided by Bagel, Adam’s pet beagle, to find Robin Hood as quickly as they can so he can be reunited with his parents.

Here, read the first two chapters of Bagel Helps Find Robin Hood. Then, if you like the sample of the story, you can order it in Kindle format at Amazon.com .


Chapter 1

     It was early Thursday morning in mid-June when Adam Martin Swope rolled over to be almost blinded by the sun slanting through the window. He put his arm over his eyes and groaned, “Oh no, not again.” Bagel, Adam’s miniature beagle had recently started to pull the curtains aside in the morning. He did this when he thought it was time for Adam and Adam’s beautiful girlfriend, Marti Blossom, to get up and let him and Butter, his companion, also a miniature beagle, out to do their duty.
     “Don’t worry about it, Sweetheart. I’ll do it.”
     “No you don’t,” Adam pulled the covers back, pivoted, and set up. “It’s my duty, and I’ll do it.” He looked in the direction of the bedroom door and caught sight of Bagel’s disappearing tail.
     When Adam walked into the living room he immediately spied the Boggle shaker box upended on the floor with seven of the dice separated from the rest.
     Adam had inherited Bagel from his mother when she’d succumbed to the cancer that had ravaged her frail body. She’d told him that Bagel wasn’t any ordinary beagle but, like Adam himself, Bagel was at least a bit psychic. He’d learned when Bagel separated dice out of the collection of Boggle dice, he and Marti could make words out of the letters on the dice. Invariably, one of those words had something to do with a mystery in which Adam was currently involved. The other game Bagel liked to play was what Adam called colors. In this game, Bagel would retrieve a particular color toy from his large collection of stuffed and rubber toys when asked. He would also sometimes pick out toys on his own if he needed to convey some color concept to Adam. Or, regardless of what color was requested, he might continually return the same color. He had thus used colored toys to lead Adam and Marti to Red Valley twice and to Blue Creek once. Blue Creek was a small town north of Charleston, West Virginia, not actually a creek. Charleston was about an hour north of where Adam lived in the comfortable, small town of Canary Corners.
     At present, Bagel had built a small mound of blue toys. Adam had no idea what that meant. He was not currently embroiled in any controversy. He decided to leave the Boggle dice and colored toys until Marti joined him.
     Adam had settled in Canary Corners to work for his life-long friend Larry Archibald as a reporter for the Canary Corners newspaper, the Tweet. Larry had bought the Tweet and moved from Chicago where Adam had also worked for him. According to the deal Adam made with Larry, he could write about whatever he wished, but Adams favorite research was the police beat. He’d worked as a crime reporter in both New York and Chicago. He’d suspected, though, there wasn’t much crime in rural West Virginia. This had proven, however, to be not altogether correct as there had been a number of murders and other mysteries since Adam had settled in Canary Corners.
     Adam looked again at the Boggle dice and thought about telling Marti that Bagel was at it again, but he thought he’d let her sleep if she’d managed to go back to sleep after he’d gotten up. He doubted she did, but he wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. Thus, he looked over at Bagel and Butter lying in their traditional positions at the end of the couch. “All right, guys, time to go out.” Bagel looked up at him and immediately got up while Butter looked up but simply put her head back down. This didn’t surprise Adam as he frequently had to get Butter started doing most anything. He’d gotten Butter from a local restaurant where she had been consistently overfed. He promised the owner he’d do what he could to slim Butter down. He’d been somewhat successful, but still had to be diligent. Thus, he walked over and pulled gently on her collar. She reluctantly let him pull her up before meandering into the kitchen. Bagel was already waiting by the back door to the porch. Adam opened the door and both dogs trotted across the back porch and exited through the doggy door into the huge, tree-lined back yard.
     Adam filled their food and water dishes and set them in their traditional places on the back porch. As he turned to go back into the house Marti’s appeared, startling him as he’d not heard her. He took her into his arms and gave her a lingering kiss. The dogs snuck through the doorway back into the kitchen.
     “I presume you saw the Boggle dice in the living room,” she said.
     “I only glanced at them. But I also noticed the pile of blue toys.”
     “So did I. I didn’t study the letters, but then, I didn’t have too. I saw immediately what Bagel was indicating.”
     “What’s that?”
     Marti turned and began walking toward the living room. “I’ll let you see if you see what I saw.”
     “Okay, I’m game.”


      Chapter 2

     In the living room, Adam stared at the Boggle letters for just a minute before he did, indeed, see what Marti had seen. The letters Bagel had picked were A, V, T, I, N, P, and R. Adam launched into his question for the third or fourth time without acknowledging the word he saw. “Are you sure you don’t want me to hire someone to do your painting for you?”
     Marti looked at him in exasperation. “We’ve already had this discussion several times. I want to do the painting myself. I enjoy being able to do something that doesn’t involve teaching my students or grading their papers.” Marti taught English at Canary Corners High School. “Besides, it’s not as if painting the living room is difficult.”
     “But you do have to shift and cover all your furniture.”
     “Yes I do and it’s all part of it.” She looked over at Bagel’s pile of blue toys. “What I don’t get is how Bagel knew I’m going to paint the living room blue. I only finally decided on blue last night.”
     Adam looked over at Bagel and shook his head. “How does he pick up on any of the clues he gives us. Who knows? I certainly don’t. I’m simply thankful he has the gifts he has because you and I both know that we might not have been able to solve some of the mysteries we have been able to without his help.”
     “Oh, I don’t know. We might not have been able to solve them ourselves and perhaps not as quickly as we did, but with your investigative skills along with Sheriff Stibbens training and skills, I’m sure the result would have eventually been the same and the guilty party would have ended up behind bars.”
     “Thanks for your confidence in me. But I'm still happy to have Bagel’s help whenever it's offered.”
     “There'll never be a question of that. Do you think I could teach him to paint?”
     He looked over at Bagel lying in his traditional spot next to Butter. “But I thought you said you wanted to do it yourself.”
     She waved her hand dismissively. “I do and I’d imagine you know I was only kidding.” She looked into the kitchen, “Shall I make omelets for breakfast, or shall we go out to Stella’s?”
     “I guess that’s up to you. Do you want to go to the effort to make omelets and then do your painting?”
     Marti shook her head. “I don’t know why not. You know I love to make omelets for you. If, that is, you have stockpiled enough eggs.”
     “He looked into the kitchen, “I went to the store yesterday so, yes, there’ll be enough eggs. There’s also plenty of bacon and cheese as well along with a couple more boxes of mint tea.” Both he and Marti liked mint tea with sugar and milk with their breakfast.
     “Okay,” she said starting toward the kitchen, “Let’s get to it then. I’d like to get an early start on the painting and, as I finally decided on blue last night, I still have to get the paint. What are you going to do today while I slave with my paint brush?”
     “I haven’t met with Debbie for a couple of weeks and she called yesterday to tell me she wanted to run some requests past me, so I’ll probably do that first and see what she has.” He’d hired Debbie Harvard, the wife of the president of the Canary Corners bank, when he’d first established the Rambling Foundation with the fortune he’d gained by using his psychic abilities to win two large lotteries virtually back-to-back. The foundation was created to help deserving people in the area. It was Debbie’s job to filter the many requests the foundation received thus leaving him only the final decisions as to who got funding. Thus far, the arrangement had worked better than he could have hoped. He knew he’d have never been able to accomplish nearly as much with the foundation without Debbie’s help.
     “That sounds like a plan. You want to get together about noon and have lunch? I can call you when I reach a stopping point in my painting.”
     “Sounds good to me. But shouldn’t we deal with breakfast first?”
     “Good idea.” They both walked into the kitchen where Marti got the food out of the refrigerator and Adam put water in the tea pot and tea bags in two mugs.