October 11th excerpt:

“It’s my keys, they’ve just vanished into thin air, I’ve turned the place over a thousand times–!”

“Honestly, I have no idea where it all came from, but someone must have broken in and stashed the smack in my flat–”

Dull. Very dull. Tell it to Scotland Yard.

One after another, they kept pouring in and Sherlock turned them all away.