‘What do you think, a cow?’
Arthur poked the skull with his stick. ‘Possibly, or a large hound.’
‘Strange, sitting here in the middle of an empty moor. A deer I could understand. I wonder how it got here.’ James puffed on his pipe.
‘Well, let’s have a closer look. The evidence is all there, we just have to deduce what it means.’
A stiff breeze caused Arthur to place his hand on his deerstalker hat to stop it blowing away as he bent down to inspect the skull.
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