Tuesday, September 14, 2010
"I still have three more months until teaching duties at Investigator University begin, right?" I stared dumbly at the calendar, which stubbornly read "September".
"No harm would come from just correcting this calendar to June, I dare say, eh?" I tugged in vain at the page of the calendar, at which I stared dumbly.
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Where have all the overfed disappeared to? I pondered this question while pacing the streets, searching for my vanished umbrella. Suddenly I found myself facing a dead end. Looking up, I was startled to see an enormous poster:
Ah-ha! The solution to the conundrum was quite literally staring me in the face. No doubt all of the Nipponese fatties are at this very moment crowded into this haberdashery, purchasing oversized suits. That neatly explains their absence from the city streets.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Sunday, March 07, 2010
"From America!", he exclaimed, beaming with excitement.
"Any fool could see that," I snapped. "Especially me," I added, to make it clear that the United Statesal origin of the epistle had not escaped my keen detective's eye.
I settled into my settling chair, lit a pipe, filled a bowl with filberts, and sliced open the envelope with my Official Detectivator Open Letterer. Watley eagerly though somewhat awkwardly, stood pinned in the narrow space between the shoulder of the chair and the corner of the room, peering over my shoulder. I blew forcefully to fluff open the envelope, then carefully extracted its contents. A single sheet of paper, folded in thirds.
"My dear Sleuthe," the letter opened. It continued:
Your fame has spread even to these shores. Only your intellect and insight can save me from a grave injustice!
I recently submitted the following patent request to the government of the United States of America. It was rejected! Rejected, I say!Application for one "object-avoidance echo-location device".Rejected, I say! I wish to engage your services to investigate this gross miscarriage of justice. I am prepared to provide significant monetary recompense.
Items: human (one); bat, trained (one)
Mechanism: Place bat on left (or right) shoulder of human. Instruct human to emit high-pitched squeak. Bat will then use echo-location skills to instruct human appropriately, viz. "Watch out! Go left! Left! Even farther left than I think!" (Note: if bat is on right shoulder, the last sentence should read "But not as far left as I think!".)
Note 1: Bat training protocol must include English-language speaking instruction.
Note 2: Human should keep eyes closed at all times. Else, what's the point?
Note 3: Amendment to note 1. In other countries, non-English-speaking bats may be employed.
"Well, Watley," I declared, "The man is clearly insane. I believe this is the first time I will reject a case. And with rent due, at that."
I paused, then added: "I call it: The Case of the Rejected Patent!"
Sunday, February 14, 2010
I thereupon signed my name to the document, powdered and blotted it, folded and sealed it, and sent it round with Watley to the post, with careful instructions regarding the grades of marmalade and filberts he was to purchase at the jammers' and nutters' on his return. Watley merrily set off, shaking his head and muttering something indistinct under his breath about "a real nutter", whatever that might mean, and I thought no more about him.
Strictly speaking, that last phrase is not correct, since upon Watley's return, as he stood before me and spoke to me, I found my thoughts once more turning to him.
"A most peculiar thing, my dear fellow," he exclaimed. "I was informed by the postal clark that there are two categories of service to Nippon, dubbed 'priority' and 'economy', from the names of which I deduced that the former constituted a speedier service and the latter a less expensive one."
"I'll do the deducing around here, Watley," I interjected.
"The fellow next informed me that the 'priority' service would cost 75 quid, and the document would arrive at its imperial destination in seven months."
"75 bob!" I gasped, first at the expense, then at the realization that I'd once again forgotten if 'bob' and 'quid' referred to the same unit of currency or not. To avoid any appearance of ignorance, I coughed loudly. "--kof-- 75 bob ... bob ... bobosterous, I say!"
"Precisely what I exclaimed, Sleuthe, though with an additional 'r'. Recalling that you still hadn't received your fee for solving the Case of the Bankrupt Client, and well aware that rent is coming due, I then inquired about the 'economy' service."
"Ah yes, the economy service, quite the thing." I spoke with some relief.
"But that's just the rub, there, you see," Watley continued. "The economy service was 92 quid. And the amount of time it would take to deliver was identical: seven months."
I gasped audibly, then silently. My mind was at a loss for words.
"Not to worry, old chap. I popped into the jammers, and for only 15 quid, they agreed to deliver the document. You see, they are now making regular voyages to Nippon. There is, apparently, a thriving trade in quince and gingko."
Watley and I celebrated his stroke of genius with a handful of filberts.