Arlen Dawneyes, wizard and protector of Chello
A possible purr-petrator?
- At 221 B. Barker Street -
Sherlock: My heavens. Where did I put my chello?
Arlen: When was the last time you had it?
Sherlock: I took it, er, to Chelsea Court, to, um...
Sherlock: *blush* Ms. Marphely's house...
Arlen: You sly dog!
Sherlock: Anyways, I could have sworn I bought it in. I remember it in my car.
Arlen: You've searched the whole house?
Sherlock: Except up the chimney. Soot does not suit my health.
Arlen: I'll investigate.
*looks up chimney, face gets covered in black*
Sherlock: No luck?
Arlen: Rope up it. Santa Claus must have forgotten it last year.
Sherlock: Ah, its elementary.
Sherlock: The cello was stolen and the culprit made his getaway by the chimney.
Arlen: What should I do, fight Scroungers and O'Learies?
Sherlock: Take these gloves and look the robe for fingerprints.
Arlen: Looks like the work of...
- THE END - (The ending will never be known ;))