I was in my office finishing some paperwork when my faithful walrus secretary, Effie, announced a visitor--a certain crayfish gentleman named Claus Conrad, she said.
Curious, because we seldom see spiny lobsters, or as they are sometimes called, crayfish, in our neighborhood, I asked her to show him in.
When he appeared, though well-dressed, the crayfish seemed nervous and distracted.
He was of medium height with the build of a rather stocky athlete-- though he certainly looked like he could "take care of himself" as they say.
"Constable Crab", he said with a slight foreign accent, "I need your help."