Run: 2026-07-09-01KX40G97AJX5RB6J0EC1Y0SFG

At half past six, the bell above Honeycrust Bakery jingled, though Nora had locked the door ten minutes earlier. Felix stood on the step, rain sparkling on his spectacles. “You’d better come in. Someone’s stolen Mrs. Bell’s wedding cake.” “The three-tiered one with the sugar violets?” “The very same. And tomorrow is her fiftieth anniversary.” Nora led him past cooling loaves and trays of cinnamon buns. On the empty cake stand lay a scatter of violet petals and one silver button. “That button belongs to Mayor Pike’s waistcoat.” “Too obvious. Besides, he can’t resist marzipan. There’d be bite marks.” Felix examined the flour-dusted floor. A trail of neat paw prints crossed it and vanished beside the pantry. “Unless the mayor has grown whiskers, we may acquit him.” “Marmalade was shut upstairs all afternoon.” “Then whose cat came visiting?” A faint thump sounded inside the pantry. Nora lifted the rolling pin. Felix reached for the latch. “On three?” “Two is less predictable.” The door swung open. Marmalade darted out, trailing violet ribbon. Behind him crouched Mrs. Bell, spoon in hand, beside the untouched cake. “You stole your own cake?” “I only wanted one quiet slice before my family arrived.” Nora lowered the rolling pin. “And the mayor’s button?” Mrs. Bell smiled guiltily. “He wanted two.”