“Looks like we solved the Puzzle of the Purloined Pullet–all by ourselves!” says Henrietta.

“Who would have thought it?” chuckles Clarabelle. “Three cousins, just putting together the pieces when the police were lost…”

Billina is thinking hard. “Maybe we could tackle more mysteries!” she says. “But we’d need a name. Something clever, alliterative… something that sums up just what our little band can do.”

“Something we could hang on a shingle outside our office?”

“Something that commemorates this case!”

Henrietta grins. “Are you gals thinking what I’m thinking?”

“The Clue Clucks Clan!” they shout.

It’s okay, nobody ever tells them.