The “M”s of Marchmont Manor

The first case of the 3piR team struck me as a singularly remarkable one for a first case.  Perhaps a fifth, or a twentieth, but as a first it seemed highly unlikely that we should be fortunate as to get such a lovely case.  I use lovely, of course, only in the sense that it was dramatic and intriguing.  Lest it should add to any impression of pride that I might give, I realize that we were selected, not because of our expertise, but for our lack of them.  However, I found it a very good start to a promising career.

I am Metro; that is my code name. My colleagues, Mystic and Energy, and I had the idea of starting a detective agency while we were young and careless.  The name 3piR seemed to fit since we liked pie and said that solving mysteries would be as easy as pie for each of us.  There were three of us and the R was thrown in to add a sort of mathematical flair.  It seems sillier in retrospect, especially since mysteries aren’t as easy as one would like to think.

We had started our agency and located it in the basement of an old and abandoned factory that we were given for our use.  For the first few days nothing very interesting happened.  We opened on Monday and by Wednesday we had received only one phone call from a little girl who had lost a watch that she was actually wearing.  All in all we were a little disappointed.  I hope that Mystic, Energy and I are all sensible girls and knew not to expect anything very interesting at first, but we had hoped for something, even a trifle, by Wednesday.