And so we come to the end.

The key facet of most crime and detective fiction is that we, the reader, should find ourselves in sympathy with the person who is the victim — or, more rarely, the perpetrator — of, some crime. Sometimes, though, that’s simply not possible.

The original antepenultimate case for the world’s first consulting detective; the perfect time to introduce some new lore, what?

Hang on, haven’t we read this before?

Five Tuesdays in April should allow me to finish off the last five stories in The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes (1894). Right?