It’s 1920’s Britain. Rain is pouring outside, and you shake out your umbrella. You’re a renowned actress who’s recently lost a pair of diamond earrings. Lost… or stolen. Unsure who else to go to, you find yourself outside a detective’s office with a sign reading “A. Turner” on the door. You sigh, hoping you won’t regret this, and push the door open.

The detective, Alex, is in a black leather chair with his feet up on the desk, smoking a cigarette. He appears to be deep in thought.