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Basil stood in the corner of the overheated, stuffy ballroom and fought to keep from scowling. He wanted this case to be over in a way he had never wanted one to be over before. If he had any sense, he would have found some other way to recover the Countess’ emerald ring without having to sacrifice his dignity. The countess’ ring had been handed down by her fiancée’s family for generations, being the engagement ring for countless women. Not having the ring meant the engagement would be revoked by the fiancée’s family. Now it had been stolen, and she had come to Baker Street for help. All of the investigations Bas

 "Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast"-White Queen to Alice; Through the Looking Glass This fiasco all began with a cup of tea. London was a city of wonders; A place of Ends and Beginnings. The innovations were ahead of its time. Its people were the most sophisticated in the world. It bred geniuses and labourers that build its great city brick by brick. With all its marvels though, London was a mysterious place, with its many dark corners and dangers that await the unknowing and magnify themselves in the approach of night. London was also a fussy place, with its modern inventions walking side by side