It was an ordinary morning in the late 19th century when I woke up in my bed in my apartment in Baker Street.

But all is not as it seems...

When I came into our sitting-room, I was surprised not to find Holmes.

This is a clear mystery! I must start looking for leads. On the table there are:

Breakfast left-overs

Pipe, smoke still coming from it

Wrinkled piece of paper

There's no time for silly lead searching! Must go to the street, maybe I can catch a glimpse of Holmes!

Naah, better go back to sleep