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Even destiny serves as a clue to deduction.

And the light of truth pierces through the most mysterious case.

Three cute doggies and four fishy breeders.

He sees through the one and only truth.

A child in appearance with the I.Q. of an adult.

His name is Detective Conan!

"The Nonvanishing Evidence (Part 1)"

How cute!

He's a male Shiba Dog.

What's his name?

"Teruya Kanou (26)" -Arthur!

We named him after Arthur Conan Doyle,

the creator the renowned detective, Sherlock Holmes.

If he joins up with Conan,

it'll be the start of the world's greatest detective agency, right?

Hey, you want me to join up with a dog?

Sounds good! It's a very cute girlish concept.

You're too picky.

All right, all right.

Well, it's been 10 year

since I've been here and this town has really changed.

Did you find the new parking lot?

That area resembles a we-like pattern and is very complicated.

Ai navigated me using the map so I didn't get lost.

Hey, Arthur. Stop it, will you?

Strange, he rarely gets excited and barks like this.

Hey, Doctor.

Huh?

Did you touch a dog before you came here?

Moreover, a male dog that is larger than this Shiba dog.

Yes, together with Ai.

I saw a Doberman that a friend brought along with him this morning.

But, why?

You had dog hair on your slacks.

Dogs are able to tell the size and sex of another dog by smell.

Among male dogs,

when they find that there is another dog bigger than themselves,

a sense of enmity is aroused at times.

Besides, you and Ai came over to this gate once,

and were told by Mr. Kanou to go park your car again,

and then came back, right?

Therefore,

Arthur got the impression that you and Haibara are his owner's enemy,

because despite being shooed away once,

you came back again.

Oh, I see.

You're not too bright, are you?

You seem to resemble Conan

when it comes to being slightly absentminded, don't you?

Hey, hey.

Well, I guess it can't be helped.

Because his mistaken impression

is due to his natural behavior as a dog.

Dangerous people who are not of his kind.

In my case,

maybe he's not all that mistaken.

Hey, Haibara...

Just kidding.

You know...

And one more thing.

There is one other reason why Arthur barks.

It's your voice when you hold Arthur down.

"Yoshio Tsunashima (45)" -You're too soft.

When you scold him, you've got to be stern.

Otherwise, the dog will think you, the master is cheering him on.

So, keep that it mind, will you?

Yes, sir.

Who is he?

He is Mr. Tsunashima who I met at the Dog Lovers Club.

He's here for the same reason as you are, Dr. Agasa.

How nice!

So cool!

This plane is mine!

This doll is for me!

This antique hour-glass is for me, then.

But are you sure you don't mind?

They look so expensive.

Of course, not.

Those are just objects that my grandfather bought

and collected as a pastime while traveling abroad.

Although all three of us in the family have no interest in antiques,

we wouldn't feel right selling his things off either.

Therefore, both my parents decided

to give them away to our acquaintances.

Come to think of it, where are they?

They've both gone over to the new house,

that was just built and are getting ready to move,

so they're not here.

I'm going to be moving to England because of work,

so my parents are going to move to the country

where my father's younger brother lives.

That's why I'm trying to clear

all kinds of things out of this house.

The only thing I'm going to take with me to England is Arthur.

All that my parents will be taking with them is

my mother's dear dog, Doyle.

It's a Papillon!

If there's Arthur and Doyle,

there must be a dog named Conan, too?

My father had a dog named Conan,

but it died due to an illness two years ago.

Oh, I see.

But it's okay.

Because we have Conan with us.

Just what do you mean, Ayumi?

But the name Papillon is sure a funny name.

Papillon means butterfly in French.

They were really hailed

by the Imperial Court of France in the 16th Century.

It is said that Marie Antoinette also owned a pet Papillon.

What a fine coat of fur indeed!

It's no surprise that he was awarded the championship award.

Championship award?

He just happened to win the award at the contest my mother entered in.

Well, this dog is fine dog indeed

that there's people asking to buy him for a million yen.

A million yen?

Really, what a gracious and refined dog he is.

He is so much like the spoiled, selfish

and beheaded Queen of France.

Ms. Tosabayashi.

"Aki Tosabayashi (39)" -The front door was open,

so I took the liberty of letting myself in.

Because you mother told me that she'd give me anything I want.

As for this living room,

the only thing that I'm interested in is that large flower vase.

You people can go help yourselves for all I care.

No offense, but I'm going to hunt around on my own.

Is she a member of your dog lovers club, too?

Yes.

She wasn't like that before, though.

She's just all sulky because her dog lost to Doyle at the contest.

Oh, no.

I can't have that lady claiming the clock in the Japanese room

that I reserved for myself.

I'll have to stick a note on that clock

noting that it's already reserved.

Why don't you get yourself something too, Haibara?

We should take this opportunity to go help ourselves.

There are a lot of interesting things here.

I guess so.

Maybe I should take Doyle.

Huh?

Because if I am put to the guillotine

and disappear as mist like Marie,

don't you think this dog will come after me

and jump into the Seine River

as did her dog Thisbe, right?

Right?

Hey, come on.

She sure is quite an odd girl, isn't she?

Yes, sort of...

Hey, Shinichi. Can't you cheer her up a bit?

I really had a hard time bringing Ai

who refused leave the house after that bus incident, you know.

Strange.

After the incident,

I called her on the phone and told her not to worry

since no suspicious or unidentified people came up

during police interrogation.

But the way she's freaked out is not normal.

She even refuses to eat.

She doesn't seem to be sleeping much at night either.

The only thing I can say for sure now is that

even if there were any men on that bus

who were members of the Black Organization,

it was mere coincidence.

And not because they knew of her existence.

Besides, it's been 10 days since the incident.

If it weren't a coincidence, we would've been killed by now.

Including you and them too, because you were all there.

-Because... -It might be good.

Hey, not again.

Dr. Agasa, if you find something you want,

please feel free to take it too.

Oh, I guess so.

Let's see.

Then, I guess I'll take this stereo.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Somebody has already reserved that.

Huh?

Arthur.

No, you can't come in with dirty feet like that.

Hey!

What is it, Arthur?

Hey! All right.

I get the message, so let go of me, Arthur.

What is it?

I'm sorry.

I pushed the door bell many times,

but it seems to be broken.

"Shino Hasuki (27)" -Arthur was nice enough to go and get you,

so please don't scold him.

Oh, no.

I'm very sorry for not knowing you had come.

Go on, and play with Arthur.

They really get along, don't they?

A Shetland Sheep Dog!

Yes, her name is Christie!

I see, the King and Queen in a detective story.

By any chance, is she the one

who reserved that stereo set?

Yes.

I thought it'd be a good gift to give to my younger brother

in celebration of his enrollment into high school.

If you ask me,

the sooner you separate the two dogs, the better.

Huh?

You can't sell cross breed babies for a high price.

Needless to worry,

because Arthur is going to be leaving for England soon.

Isn't that right, Kanou?

Yes.

I wonder what's got onto Doyle?

It's his snack time.

What?

My grandfather liked dogs a lot, too.

In an attempt to show Doyle to my late grandfather,

my mother used to feed Doyle

in front of the Buddhist altar in the Japanese room.

And Doyle acquired the habit of doing so ever since.

So, when the clock in the Japanese room strikes 12:00 noon,

he runs over to the room,

sits on the cushion and waits.

A cushion?

Yes, Doyle loves the blue cushion,

so he bring it in front of the altar himself.

But doesn't the clock ring at midnight, too?

What happens if Doyle mistakenly brings the cushion, then?

That's no problem

because we asked the clock maker to fix the clock

so that it would only ring at 12:00 noon.

Are you sure you don't mind

me taking such a precious clock with me?

Yes.

Because mother mentioned that it's about time we stop pampering Doyle

and start feeding him only twice a day, in the morning and at night.

Oh, I guess it's all right then.

Go ahead and look through that space.

Doyle is sitting there, isn't he?

On the blue cushion...

Doyle's not there.

The blue cushion is not out either.

Huh?

Maybe he couldn't pull out the blue cushions

because there in between the brown ones?

No, because he usually pulls the blue cushion out

from under the others with his mouth and puts it on the floor.

Strange. I wonder where he went.

Anyway, let's split up and look for him.

What if he's stuck some place and cannot come out?

Yes.

Doyle!

Where are you?

Come out here, Doyle!

Doyle!

He's nowhere in sight.

Hey, did you find him?

No, we didn't!

We even looked in the bath tub.

Arthur's barking!

Christie's barking, too!

The backyard. Let's go!

Smoke is coming out of the incinerator!

We've stopped using that incinerator long time ago.

Don't tell me that...

Shoes?

It can't be...

A collar?

Don't tell me that's...

Doyle's...

It can't be...

Doyle...

Don't worry.

Only this collar was burned.

There was no dead body of a dog in the incinerator.

By the way, is this really Doyle's collar?

I didn't see anything just a while ago.

Yes.

It's usually covered with his fur and is not visible.

It's burnt black, but I'm sure of the color and the print on it.

Grandpa bought this collar in France for the Papillon

that he used to own.

It's very old.

Please take a look over here!

The lock of the back door is open.

Really...

I see.

The one who took Doyle away, fled from this back gate.

But why?

Why was the collar is in the incinerator?

The one who took Doyle away took off the collar

so that it would be hard to tell one Papillon from the other.

Besides, that collar was a unique collar with decoration on it.

I don't think so.

Because why would somebody who steals a dog and is in a rush to flee

go out of the way to burn a collar which is covered under the fur

that can't be seen and leave traces of how he or she escaped?

I'm sure that the one who did it

wanted to make it look like he or she fled outside of the premises.

Which means that Doyle is still...

Yes. It's most likely that Doyle

is being hidden somewhere in this house.

Hey, does that mean...

Don't tell me that the person who hid Doyle is still in this house?

Hey, don't tell me that you suspect us?

Oh, no. But...

But if it's as that boy's says,

we already have a definite idea of who did it.

Look over there.

Those ladies shoes.

Those are mine, but why?

Come on, let's not play dumb!

Aren't those your shoes that you brought from the front entrance?

No.

That can't be.

The criminal would never leave shoes out like that

and if someone is seen carrying their shoes in the house,

anyone would deem that person to be acting suspicious?

Ms. Hasuki, you've been here more than one or two times, right?

That's right.

If so, that you could've trained Christie

to bring your shoes from the front entrance to here,

then back to the front entrance again, right?

That's ridiculous.

Anyway, let's go and look for Doyle again!

We'll go with him,

so why don't you three go and search for Doyle together, Doc?

Okay.

But, Conan, how are we going to look for the dog?

We've looked practically all over the house just a while ago.

That's why we don't search for places where dog might hide this time,

but we look for places where humans would hide them.

That's right! Let's have Arthur help us!

Don't you get it?

His nose.

We'll make him help us by using the best weapon he has,

which is his nose.

A dog's nose

is much more capable of sniffing out smell than humans.

So, if we make Arthur sniff Doyle's smell,

I'm sure he will help us find him.

Here it is.

The cushion used in Doyle's bed.

Come on, Arthur.

But he's not a police dog.

But it may work!

Because father used to play around with Arthur doing things like this.

I think he's found him.

He's going into the Japanese room!

That means Doyle is in there!

Huh?

A blue cushion?

Come to think of it, Doyle likes blue cushions too, right?

Do dogs like blue?

Huh?

That's strange.

Just a while ago, there were only two blue cushions.

Counting the one that Arthur brought out makes three blue cushions.

One extra cushion.

What does this all mean?

Maybe he can't do it.

Hey, did Arthur ever do something like hide shoes?

No, he once did the opposite, though.

It was back when Arthur was still a puppy.

When I stood up,

Arthur, thinking that I was going to take him for a walk,

would rush over to the front door,

take my shoes out of the shoe cabinet and bringing it to me.

But once he found out that it wasn't always the case,

he stopped doing it.

But that's fantastic.

Arthur is no ordinary dog, after all!

Go ahead and sniff Doyle's smell once more!

There he goes!

But he stopped in front of the living room.

He looks like to be thinking.

Oh, he's walking again.

He's heading for the front entrance!

Huh? He's gone outside.

Maybe Doyle was taken outside!

Oh, come on. All he's doing is flirting with Christie.

Maybe he's just tired of searching already.

I guess it can't be helped.

Hey, is there any place that Doyle usually hides when he was scolded?

Maybe when the person removed the collar by force,

Doyle got scared and hid somewhere on his own?

Arthur used to hide under my bed a lot.

Under the bed?

Yes. When I first got Doyle,

I used scold Arthur a lot.

When I was hugging Doyle as a puppy in the living room,

Arthur used to get jealous

and tear the cushion in the living room apart.

They get along now, though.

I wonder where Doyle is hiding though.

Poor thing if he's trembling in fright somewhere.

Right.

The people who are looking for you are bound to find you one day.

There are nothing tougher than to live in terror hiding.

Hey! That's enough.

-What are you all sulky about? -Nothing.

I'm just trying to tell an optimist with no real strategy prepared

of the dangerous situation involved here.

I don't know for what reason,

but what I know for sure is that

one of their men were on that bus.

If they even had the slightest notion of my identity back then,

me, you and everyone else...

Don't worry about it!

I can assure you that you haven't been identified.

Why? How can you be so sure?

Just as you can sniff them out, I just know.

I can tell when someone has a threatening air about them.

I guess you could call it the intuition of a detective.

Well, if I were able to tell who possesses this threatening air,

I wouldn't have problems.

But I know for sure that no such person was on board that bus.

That is, the person that is making you feel threatened.

What's with that look on your face?

Do you despise detectives or what?

No, I'm just totally bored.

Oh, I see.

Let me recall once again.

Back when Doyle disappeared...

At the chime when the clock struck 12:00,

Doyle headed for the Japanese room where he could get his snack,

and disappeared from our view.

After that,

we all followed Mr. Kanou who went into the kitchen

to get the cheese snack.

Then we went to the Japanese room and found that Doyle was not there.

So, we split up and looked all over the house for Doyle.

This is approximately how the layout of the house is.

We don't really know who searched where yet.

But where on earth did the person hide Doyle?

And how is that person planning to carry Doyle out of here?

Next Conan's Hint:

"Traces of the cushion"

Let's mimic Doyle's bark.

Arthur! Christie!

They all sound the same.