9:35 a.m.
Hound and Watson were driving around London to search for anyone who might be able to help them solve the new crime wave that had just erupted after Moriarty's disappearance. They started off at the town square and immediately got out of the car. Watson was the first to speak.
"Hound, how exactly will we know on who is suitable for each case?"
"Elementary, my dear Watson." replied the great detective. "Each of the crimes that Scotland Yard is trying to solve requires someone with a particular talent. Though that gift may be ordinary, that person can find a way to use it to his or her advantage." Suddenly, he stopped and puffed his pipe a bit. "And I believe we have just found our first recruit."
Watson stopped too and started to look around. "What? Already? Uh-wh-where is he?"
"He's just over there." Watson's eyes followed where Hound was pointing at and was surprised to see who it was. It was a paperboy, about 15 years old, wearing a black wool jacket and pants, brown shoes, and a blue cap on his head.

"Him?" Watson looked a little confused. "But he's just a paperboy, and he's very young too."
"Don't underestimate him, my dear Watson." said Hound. "He has something special that barely anyone his age can have." He immediately started walking to the boy with a curious Watson following behind.
The paperboy had his newspapers all bundled up in his wagon and kept exclaiming the headlines that was on the front page. "Extra! Extra! Read all about it! New Crime Wave Baffles Scotland Yard! Moriarty Disappeared! Read all about it!" He then stopped when he heard another voice.

"Excuse me, my dear boy." The paperboy turned to see Sherlock Hound and Dr. Watson walking to him.
"Oh! Good day, Governor. Interested in looking into today's issue?"
"Well, yes." said Dr. Watson giving a coin to the boy.
Sherlock Hound then said, "Do the front page headlines ever intrigue you?"
"Why yes, Governor." answered the boy. "Every headline that I hand out over the years always bring me to my attention. Who could never be excited about a front page story?"
Sherlock Hound then looked over at the boy's wagon. "Hmmmmm. What's with the wagon?"
"Oh, you know, just to lighten the load and making sure that nothing gets blown away."
"But there's not a cloud in the sky and there's barely any wind blowing in today."
The boy shrugged a bit. "Well, yes. But still, it's my duty as a paperboy to make sure that London is informed on what's happening right now and I don't want anything to get lost."
"Is that so?" Sherlock Hound had one eyebrow raised and knew that there is something in the boy that he doesn't want to show. "Watson, can I look in the paper?"
"Uh sure, Hound." replied Watson and gave it to him.
Sherlock Hound then tossed the paper into the air and it began to fly off. This alarmed the paperboy greatly.
"Hey, hold on!" The boy immediately raised his hand up to the pages of the flying newspaper and he did something totally unimaginable: the pages suddenly stopped. And once the boy motioned his fingers to come forward, the pages did the same and slowly went to his hand. The boy felt happy that he got the newspaper back, but his eyes suddenly grew open, for he realized he just did it right in front of the two men. Dr. Watson's jaw was dropped open, while Sherlock Hound's eyebrow was raised up and had a clever smile.
"So..." began the great detective. "Is there something you want to tell us, Mr. Oswald Fields?"
The paperboy was shocked in seeing that the man in the red detective's cap knew his real name. "Wow...I-I guess this means that you really ARE Sherlock Hound."
"So, you've heard of me. And I've heard a little about you too. You have been a paperboy since you were 12, but suddenly, you took an interest in magic."
"That's right. I was amazed by how magicians can create a world of illusion either inside a theater or outside at a party. They can blind the eyes of the audience into thinking that what they do is real..." Oswald then began to roll up a newspaper, tie it up, and put his hand over it. Once he let go, the rolled up paper levitated right in front of the crime-solving duo. "So, I secretly studied up on some of their works, and I even tried to take it up to the next level." He then started to turn the newspaper in different directions and put his arms together into a hoop and let the newspaper go through it. "I even worked up a few concoctions to make my magic seem more captivating." Finally, he started to make the newspaper drift off into the hands of Dr. Watson.
"Concoctions, you say?" asked Hound. "But, that's a scientific term. How would you tie that in with your magic?"
"Well, magicians are like scientists. Before they start on their experiment, they need to use a few supplies that might help them out. Then, they start to experiment and test their hypothesis with a few of those things that they picked out. Once they draw up their conclusions, or completed their trick in this case, they will be able to show others what they discovered. For me, I'm very excellent in physics, chemistry, forensics, you name it. I can probably do any kind of field of science there is."
"I say, that is a very good explanation." said the Doctor. "You are quite young, but you are very masterful."
"Thanks, Doctor."
"So, Ozzy" said Hound. "If you really are that good in being a magician..."
"Illusionist actually."
"Right, illusionist. If you really are good in doing those sort of things, why can't you show the world on what you can do?"
"Well, I don't really know. Sometimes, I think that magicians are there just to show people something extraordinary, but I don't know if they could be of any use to others whatsoever."
"Hmmm. What if we offer you a chance to use that magic to your advantage?"
"Me? Why would you, the greatest detective in London, hire an illusionist disguised as an ordinary paperboy?"
"Well, let me try to support that with another question. When a detective picks up a new case to solve when reading a newspaper, why can't he put it down if it took too long to read?"
"I-I don't know. Why?"
"Because there's magic in a mystery, Mr. Fields. You see, criminals can be a lot like magicians too. They too can keep secrets on how their trick are being done. When Scotland Yard investigates a crime, the crime will be considered a show starring the culprits who done it and the scene will be considered their stage. The police and detectives act out as the audience who are trying to figure out those secrets. Once they do, they will be able to bring the culprits to justice and use that kind of knowledge in the future."
Ozzy thought for a moment and said, "You know, I haven't really thought about it like that."
Sherlock Hound reached into his jacket pocket and said, "Ozzy, if you ever think about helping me along with Scotland Yard, take this." He gave the the boy a card that had Hound's address and telephone number.
"Thanks, Mr. Hound." said Ozzy, and the crime-solving duo went off, leaving the illusionist of a paperboy deep in thought of joining Sherlock Hound.