well, as often as I did, I suppose, though my reasons were infinitely better.

Better and better. Your grandmother’s looks and your grandfather’s brains. A deadly combination, I must say.

Elementary,” said my professor with a grin.

I decided the least I could do was to sit with Mrs. Anderson. Heading to the dining car, I ordered my third pot of tea (my first three-pot problem — Mr. Holmes would be so...

I shook hands with the attorney, advising him to forgive the cat he had banished from his offices since a child had been the downfall of the bird, not a feline at all. The scratches...