Image description: A digital illustration in a whimsical storybook style shows Lady Biscotti, Sir Dunkalot, Biggie, and Indy in their cosy base of operations. The biscuit tin sits in the centre of a cluttered desk, glowing faintly with golden light. Lady Biscotti, glamorous with feathered platinum blonde hair, examines her field notebook with a serious gaze. Sir Dunkalot, in jeans and a t-shirt, stands near the window with his leather jacket resting on a chair behind him. Biggie, a large pale labrador–retriever, sleeps curled up on the rug. Indy, a fox red labrador, lies nearby, alert. The walls are lined with biscuit-related maps, mushroom photos, and glowing string lines connecting clues.
Chapter Five – The Twists of Time and a Ring of Trouble
Biscuits found so far:
1. Custard Cream
2. Jammy Dodger
3. Bourbon Cream
4. Shortie
5. Pink Wafer
6. Chocolate Finger
7. Nice Biscuit
Still to find:
8,Party Ring: 9. Viennese Whirl 10. Ginger Nut
Dawn broke slowly over Mousehold Heath. A veil of silver mist drifted through the trees, clinging to the undergrowth like forgotten whispers. Somewhere in the distance, a blackbird called—but it was the only sound to be heard. The forest felt hushed, like it was waiting for something.
Lady Biscotti tightened the strap of her satchel as she stepped carefully onto the old path, her boots brushing the damp grass. Behind her, Sir Dunkalot muttered under his breath.
“Strangest feeling… like time’s folding in on itself,” he said.
Biggie and Indy padded quietly alongside them, alert but calm, their paws silent on the soft earth. They’d followed the latest clue to this spot—a rusted sign half-buried in brambles, pointing to an overgrown track with a single word: Bandstand.
When they finally arrived at the clearing, the bandstand stood like a ghost of its former self. Twisted railings, cracked tiles, and a faint hum in the air that prickled the hairs on the back of their necks.
Lady Biscotti halted. “This is it,” she said. “The next biscuit is here. I can feel it.”
In the centre of the bandstand floor, lying perfectly upright on a chipped stone tile, was a single, brightly coloured biscuit.
“A Party Ring,” whispered Sir Dunkalot. “But why just… lying there?”
They approached slowly. No birds chirped. No breeze stirred. Just that low, pulsing hum—like the world itself was holding its breath.
Lady Biscotti crouched, inspecting the biscuit without touching it. “It’s not broken,” she murmured. “No dust. No crumbs. It’s as if it’s been placed.”
Biggie gave a quiet huff, as if agreeing something was off. Indy sniffed the edge of the clearing but didn’t bark—just lowered his head and looked uneasy.
Lady Biscotti gently picked up the biscuit and placed it into Biggie’s pouch with the others.
Then the air changed.
The clearing shimmered slightly, like heat rising off tarmac. For the briefest moment, the trees twisted into blurred shapes, and an echo rang out—soft but chilling.
“You’ve meddled with more than crumbs…”
Sir Dunkalot froze. “We’ve heard that voice before.”
Lady Biscotti’s expression hardened. “At Ketts Heights.”
The shimmer vanished. The bandstand looked the same again, but something was different—like the edges of time had shifted slightly.
Without another word, the team turned and left the clearing, stepping back into the woodland path. Behind them, a faint glow flickered and then faded.
The Jamlines had twisted again.
Blind Man Makes 