How did you even end up in this position? You're a detective, for god's sake!

You are Detective Sherlock Holmes, and are currently living in 221b Baker Street with your landlady Mrs Hudson and your best friend John H. Watson. However, for a case you kind of had to break into an aristocratic courtesan/primadonna of a music hall's house, to retrieve a government file. Oops! And.. accidentally-on-purpose burnt her house down. Now she's insisting to live with you (you're paying her rent). You asked her why she didn't just get you to pay for a hotel for her.

"Hmm, you're right. That would be much better. However, what a hotel wouldn't have.. is two servants waiting on me hand on foot!" She smiles, dropping a pile of bags at you and Watson's feet. Wonderful.