The Unholy Mansion on Eastern Way.

There is a man on Eastern Way,

He has a dog, or so they say,

With a gruffy beard and silver whiskers,

He sleeps in golden yellow knickers.

How do I know? Well, it's quite a boggle,

But I do, in fact, possess his monocle,

So tell me, detective, traveler or passer-by,

How did the man on Eastern Way die?

And if you dare, make heard your deductions,

On who made sure of this man's destruction?