I knocked on the door and there was no answer, as I expected for my friend seldom answered, preferring to leave the door unlocked and for his rare unscheduled visitors to enter unannounced thus not interrupting his long periods of deep thought, almost in meditation. “Batson!’ he exclaimed, lovely to see you my friend,” I heard him call. He could not have seen me for he was in the next room and I smiled for I knew it was almost impossible to outsmart Mr. Hemlock Soames, probably the most famous private detective alive in Victorian England.
When the pen takes control. 