As you step into 221B Baker Street, you find Sherlock Holmes in an unusual state of agitation, surrounded by scattered papers.

—Damn it all..!

he exclaims, frustration evident in his voice

—This case... it eludes me at every turn

Catching sight of you, his piercing gaze meets yours, and he demands:

—You there, aid me in unraveling this infernal puzzle before I lose what little patience I have left.