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 retriever cross, 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 Three – The Secret Beneath the Screen
So far, the biscuit detectives have found the following five Family Circle biscuits: Custard Cream, Jammy Dodger, Bourbon Cream, Shorty, and Pink Wafer. Now, the sixth biscuit awaits…
Dawn broke gently over Norwich, and the detectives gathered in their kitchen sanctuary, the Family Circle tin placed solemnly on the table. It was still sealed — it would remain that way until all ten biscuits were gathered — but something had changed.
Lady Biscotti stood by the tin, elegant as ever in her dressing gown, her platinum hair twisted high with sleepy grace. She noticed it first: a folded piece of paper, almost glowing, tucked beneath the rim of the tin. Without opening it, she gently lifted it free.
“A receipt,” she whispered. “And look… it says: ‘Where chocolate once was, a crumb remains.’”
Sir Dunkalot, perched on a stool in his faded band t-shirt and slippers, perked up. “That’s got to be the old Rowntree Mackintosh site — the chocolate factory. It’s Chantry Place now. And the Apple Store sits right on top of it!”
Biggie stirred from under the table, ears like flapping tea towels as he stretched and yawned. Indy, ever alert, wagged his fox red tail in agreement. The clue was clear — they had to go.
By the time they reached the city centre, Norwich was still rubbing the sleep from its cobbled eyes. The mall doors weren’t yet open, but the team had come prepared.
“Didn’t the tin say something about hidden pathways in the Jamlines?” Lady Biscotti mused, tracing her fingers around the tin’s seal. “Perhaps there’s a way in… one only biscuit detectives would find.”
Sure enough, just beside the staff entrance, a small metal panel flickered briefly, as if responding to the tin held in Lady Biscotti’s satchel. A quiet click, and a doorway eased open. They slipped inside, unseen.
The Apple Store was silent, the scent of sleek technology filling the air. But beneath the polished glass and pristine displays, history lingered.
Lady Biscotti wandered to the back wall. Her fingers brushed a patch of flooring that seemed… different. Warmer. Older.
And there it was.
A narrow slot in the floor slid open with a mechanical sigh, revealing a velvet-lined compartment. Nestled inside, surrounded by a faint shimmer of chocolate-scented air, lay a single, perfect chocolate finger biscuit.
She picked it up with reverence. “Number six,” she said quietly. “We’re over halfway.”
Sir Dunkalot grinned. “From chocolate past to digital future. Who knew a biscuit would be waiting in the Apple Store?”
Biggie gave a satisfied woof. Indy licked his nose. The hunt was still on — and time was running out.
Blind Man Makes 