A tribute to the greatest of all detectives, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Look how he ponders the visitor at his door. By the time Watson has introduced himself the master detective has already deduced that she has come seeking her lost husband, a haberdasher by trade, and that he’s been missing a fortnight, and though she says she’s been looking for him, she has in fact been to Paris once, if not twice in the last two weeks, and during her last visit she drank a glass of three year old Merlot and bought a dog, an Irish Setter to be precise, most likely named Fayre. How does he know all this you ask? Why it’s elementary, my dear reader, just observe the facts.