Chief Macmillan had been having a very rough time lately.
As chief of the Delicat Police Station, his day-to-day work was actually quite relaxed. The Delicat District was a quiet agricultural region, where most people farmed or worked in jobs related to agricultural produce. Of course, cases cropped up occasionally, but none were particularly serious.
Chief Macmillan remembered that the only case involving a death he had encountered since joining the police had been ten years ago. A girl had been play-fighting with her boyfriend and accidentally pushed him down the stairs. His head had struck the corner of a table in a stroke of terrible luck, and that had been the end of him.
What a pity.
But now, things had changed.
The curse of the Baskerville Family.
Chief Macmillan did not believe in it, but whether he believed those ridiculous rumors was beside the point. After all, it had already happened: Sir Baskerville had disappeared, and two officers under his command had died. The whole affair had caused an uproar locally. The Delicat Morning News, in particular, had viciously lambasted the Police Station and its officers, claiming they had failed to fulfill their duties as policemen and even accusing them of dereliction of duty...
What the hell did those pen-pushing idiots know!
The thought of those scathing newspaper reports filled Chief Macmillan with anger. He hated reporters. He thought they only wanted to make sensational headlines. They constantly prattled on about justice and truth, but all they actually wanted were baseless claims and outlandish rumors.
Take that earlier death, for example. Back then, the newspapers had published endless groundless theories, ranging from a lovers' quarrel fueled by love and hate to the girl having found someone new and killing her boyfriend to silence him. Yet once the police