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Bess asked.
    Nancy nodded and said, “There were no crumbs, remember? A big dog like Huey could have eaten those biscuits in one gulp!”
    â€œAnd when the basket was empty,” George said, “Peter might have replaced them with the dog biscuits he had in his pocket.”
    â€œWhich could have been Lick My Chops!” Nancy put in.
    â€œBut why wouldn’t Peter say anything?” Bess asked. “He saw how everyone was blaming us.”
    â€œBecause Huey is the mayor’s dog,” Nancy said. “And Peter was responsible for him.”
    â€œMaybe he was afraid to let anyone know,” said George.
    Nancy remembered how nervous Peter had acted in the school yard. No wonder he didn’t want to talk about Huey!
    â€œI do think Huey ate the biscuits,” Nancy said. “But before we accuse him, we have to do a little research.”
    â€œResearch on what?” George asked.
    â€œOn dogs!” Nancy replied with a smile.
    The Clue Crew raced to their headquarters. George found a website about different dog breeds. They couldn’t remember the type of dog Huey was, but they remembered what he looked like.
    â€œThat’s him!” Nancy said. She pointed to a big black dog on the screen.
    â€œThat’s a Newfoundland,” Bess said, reading carefully. “Newfie for short.”
    â€œIt says they used to help fishermen pull in their nets,” George went on. “And that they love water.”
    â€œIt also says Newfies drool in long, sticky ropes,” Nancy added.
    â€œCan you imagine having a dog like that?” said Bess. “He probably drools on everything—furniture, the floor—”
    â€œThe floor!” Nancy said. “Maybe that’s what that sticky puddle in Lola’s trailer was.”
    â€œYou mean that was Huey’s drool?” Bess asked. She scrunched up her nose. “What else does it say about Eww-fies, I mean, Newfies?”
    George read out loud: “Newfies’ coats have long black hairs. They shed often, too.”
    â€œI wonder if Huey left hairs in the trailer too,” Nancy said.
    â€œWonder no more!” exclaimed Bess.
    â€œHuh?” George said.
    Bess ran to her jacket. She pulled her Hairy Fairy Wand from her pocket.
    â€œI used this right after we were in Lola’s trailer, remember?” Bess said. “Huey’s hairs could be on it.”
    The Clue Crew examined the sticky whitetape on the Hairy Fairy. There were lots of light hairs—just like Lola’s. There were also long, thick black hairs—just like Huey’s!

    â€œMaya and her parents have blond hair,” said Nancy. “So the black hairs must be Huey’s!”
    â€œGood work, Gizmo Girl!” George said.
    â€œThanks!” Bess said.
    â€œLet’s question our new suspect,” Nancy suggested. “Peter Patino.”
    Nancy found Peter Patino’s address in the River Heights Elementary School yearbook. It was three blocks away.
    When the girls reached the Patino house,they found Peter in his front yard. Huey was also in the yard. He was sitting in a plastic kiddie pool, covered with soapsuds!
    â€œPeter’s giving Huey a bath,” Bess whispered. “It’s a good thing Newfies like water.”
    Peter stopped scrubbing as the girls walked over.
    â€œHi, Peter,” Nancy said. “Hi, Huey.”
    The girls stepped back as Huey panted.
    His dog breath was pretty funky!
    â€œMayor Strong asked me to wash Huey,” said Peter. “It took four dog biscuits to get him into the bath.”
    â€œWhat kind of dog biscuits?” Nancy asked. “Lick My Chops . . . or Bone Appetit?”
    Peter froze with his hands on Huey’s wet coat. “I don’t remember,” he said. “Dog biscuits are dog biscuits.”
    â€œNot to Lola,” George said. “Did Huey eat her fancy biscuits before the fashion show?”
    â€œNuh-uh,”