(..) once such a liberal breed. My wife's a chambermaid, sir. Anyhow, it's a good thing she was a friend, otherwise we may never have found you. The inspector's been over at Baker Street himself this morning, sir. Just joking about the wife, sir. We've checked everything. There's no sign of a break in (..)

(..) As to where I am... I was admitedly lost for a moment, between Charing Cross and Holborn, but I was saved by the Bread shop on Southford Hill. The only baker to use the certain french glaze on a sage after that the carriage fought left and right until bump the Fleet conduit (..)