“I guess I offended him,” Qwilleran said to Yum Yum. “He’s temperamental, but we have to make allowances for genius, don’t we? Koko was obsessed by the trap door long before Iggy was murdered and even before Clem disappeared, and it wasn’t because of mice in the crawl space; he knew something abnormal was going to happen down there. Koko could teach Mrs. Ascott a thing or two.”
Yum Yum purred delicately.
“That rascal made a fool of me when Arch and Amanda were here. He’s developing a mischievous sense of humor.
But I still maintain that his tail-tapping had something to do with the serial killings.”
“YOW!” Koko reappeared in the doorway, standing on his hind legs and pawing the air.
“I said s-e-r-i-a-l,” Qwilleran told him. “Not c-e-r-e-a-l.”
Both cats stared at him with expectation in every whisker.
Qwilleran looked at his watch. “Okay, you guys, it’s time for your bedtime treat!” He gave them a handful of Mildred’s crunchy breakfast food.