The email alert from Jims smartphone ringed. He fetched it up from his pocket and looked at it.
Dear Jim Moriarty,
I heard from uncle Bob, that you'll help people, when they had a problem.
So, can you help me, please?
I can't find Bluebell anywhere. My Bluebell isn't a person, but she is very important for me. She's a rabbit. I don't know what happened with her, but she started to glow in the night times, like a fairy!
Some weeks ago I went down to our garden and locked Bluebells hutch for the night, but when I looked up for her in the next morning before I went to school, she had gone. But the hutch was still shut and locked up.
Can you help me to find her?
I wrote Sherlock Holmes at first. He is such a meany, because he didn't respond to my message!
So please please please help me.
Kirsty Stapleton, aged 8
After Jim read the email, he decided to send Sherlock Holmes a message, an evil grin displaying on his face.
'Poor little Kirsty'