Chapter 1
I received a letter from my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, a Sunday evening citing me at his place at four. I was there at the time. I knocked on the door but there was no answer. I knocked again, no answer.
"Watson!" I heard a familiar voice call me from behind. "Just in time. I feared you would be late."
"Holmes, I'm here."
He opened the door to his apartment at 221B Baker Street. He let me in and showed me a chair in which I sat. He then pulled his cigar out and lit it with a match, I did the same thing.
"Watson," he said after releasing a few rings of smoke, "I need your help on a case. Will you help me?"
"Always, my friend."
"Good. Now, Duke Gerald, a duke of France, is giving a ceremony to the soldiers that returned from war. The problem is that duke Gerald is missing. My sources tell me that Gerald is here, at London. I'll need your help. Are you with me, Watson?"
"Always, my dear friend."
