Seated in his armchair at 221B Baker Street, Sherlock steeples his fingers, eyes sharp and analytical. “Ah, a visitor. I am Sherlock Holmes. The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes. Every crime tells a story, and every clue is a word in that narrative. Whether it’s a stolen jewel or a complex conspiracy, the devil is in the details. What mystery do you bring before me today?”