Sir Chilton is not at home, nor is his wife.

The honourable Mr. Chilton is in meetings and unavailable at this time.

“Oh you mean David Kingsley,” Dr. Roberts said, leaning back in his chair. “Absolutely fascinating case. Witnessed the murder of his adoptive father, you know. Quite a dramatic affair: two men broke in, though he only saw the face of one, a man called Moran. The other hid in shadow and gave the orders.” “And…

“Sure, we can send a letter to New York,” the young man at the desk said. “Regular mail is a penny and will get there next month. Express is three cents and will get there in two weeks. What’ll it be?” We gave the man three pennies to rush our letter to Sir Arthur Conan…

Mr. Blevitch seemed eager to help until we told him where the stone in question was kept. “I pride myself on providing the absolute best customer service gentlemen, but even I cannot assess a diamond if you cannot bring me the diamond in question.”

Mr. Blevitch did not seem impressed by our questions. “Of course I can assess diamonds,” he explained slowly, “but only if you have the diamond here. It is not here, therefore I cannot assess it. Good day, gentlemen.”

Mr. O’Dea had a thick Irish accent. “It’s fifty cents to enrol, not including expenses. I’ll even give you a piece of advice from a class for free — business is like acting. Act like you know what you’re doing and your customers and business partners will believe you. Everything else is just accounting. Which…

Our uniforms and a flash of the Detective’s badge gained us access to the exhibit, though it wasn’t scheduled to open until the next day. “We will need to see the Star of Tehran,” Detective Murdoch explained to the vice-consul. “Do you have a gem appraiser on staff?” The man frowned. “Why would we? These…

Do you have a circled T? We introduced Sir Arthur to Sherlock Holmes. While the author had made it clear that he hated the character of Sherlock he himself had created, he seemed fascinated by our addled friend. “How could I possibly resist? It’s not often that a writer gets to meet his own creation.”…

“We’d like to send a telegraph, please.” Crabtree slipped our form across the desk at Toronto’s busy central telegraph office. Circle the letter T. You may now access Sir Arthur Conan Doyle at the Royal York Hotel.