I took off on Monday to tail the professor for awhile. I was moving at my usual slow pace, until I heard a funny roar behind me.

That's when I looked back and saw a sinister fiend driving his car straight at me!

I scrambled hard as the maniac floored it --

The car squealed past as I leaped into a pile of garbage cans. There was no license plate to identify it...

Just a brief glimpse of a sinister dark figure hunched behind the wheel..

Ace: Private Eye (or the Case of the Golden Osprey -- Part Five)

It's just nonsense words on a piece of paper -- rubbish! Are you a real detective or is this some sort of joke?

Maybe it is ...

Stop saying that! And get out of my museum before I call the police!

I can smell a dead end from a mile away, so I took my leave. In my office, I made a few phone calls, trying to check up on the professor.

Clean your office, Mr. X?

Sure, buddy.

The leads didn't pan out right away, but one of my stool pigeons told me he heard the professor was making regular payments to a suspicious character -- reason unknown. I clicked off the line. Just when I thought I was in the indigo of the blues ...

... I noticed the only part of my office the kid cleaned was the trash can -- empty of the note I showed to the professor.

So I had a missing gold bird on my plate ...

... and one riddle scrawled in a book for a clue.

It wasn't much to go on, but I've gone with worse. So the first thing I did was pay a visit to the museum and the old bird in charge of the exhibit, a Professor Plock.

Yes, of course I remember the Osprey. Very valuable gold bird. Stolen in the middle of the night, as I recall -- thief presumably still at large.

Maybe. Maybe not. I've got a hunch that there's more to the story than just a thief strolling in off the streets one night.

Are you implying someone with the museum took it?

Maybe ... maybe not. Does this riddle mean anything to you?

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All right, boys and girls, here's another classic video (featuring again our fearless friend Felix as opposed to some cool crows). Another break from the world of feathers for the world of felines, as they say. Enjoy!

Ace: Private Eye (or the Case of the Golden Osprey -- Part Three)

Her words hit me like a ton of bricks dumped in the river. A missing fortune was right up my alley after weeks of tailing cats and getting a bookseller out of a bind ...

Have you ever heard of it?

The Golden Osprey? Are you sure you don't mean the Maltese Falcon?

No, I mean the Golden Osprey -- it's famous, a museum piece that belonged to my late father. It's a bird statue made out of solid gold. My father was so afraid of losing it, he loaned it to a museum, who kept it behind bars --

--only to have a thief steal it one night while the museum was closed.

So what can I do to help?

You see, my father was obsessed with that bird -- for weeks over the theft he brooded in his library all alone. Weeks after his death, I found this in one of his books...

It's a riddle, but I think it's about the location of the stolen bird. I think he knew where it was, but couldn't rescue it. Mr. Ace, if you could help me find it --

Say no more, ma'am -- Detective Ace is on the case.

I was sitting at my desk when the door swung open --

Excuse me, is this the office of world-famous anthropologist Dr. Kilgore?

Sorry, you're in the wrong story, mister -- try two door doors down for Kilgore.

Sorry, old chap, my mistake. I'll just be popping off, then.

As he closed the door behind him, I settled in for a long winter's nap, just as --

Mr. Ace? Excuse me for barging in, but I need your help.

What about, miss --

Miss Abigail Lewtes -- heir to the missing Golden Osprey fortune, Detective.