Cryme at the Ancient Marina

Pour me another !!

--- ye old sea dog, at the pub,  after rum

There was a knock on the door. I opened it. A man, well-dressed, navy-blue jacket, large moustache. 

Severe.

"... Mr Lortek ?" He said. I espied a folded badge in the hand he held to his waist.

"Yes ?'

"Hello. I'm from the L.E.S.T.R.A.D.E department. My name is Edward Devarian."

I smiled .

 "You mean you work for Inspector Lestrade ? "

"No. "

A grimace forced into a smile, glimpse of teeth.

"err.. what ..what is L.E.S..what can I do for you ?"

"I believe you just graduated from the Sherlock Holmes Academy on Deductive Sciences and Technique, two days ago ?"

I frown

"No,  that was a package tour and program two days ago, I explain,  we got to solve some staged cases, were served cold beef and ale, sat in armchairs and  smoked pipes, and played the fiddle some.."

"I assure you, it was a program, but not staged in any way, and completely legitimate. Would you be able to help us in a case which has been baffling the department for some time now ?"

"Is this part of the program ? "

"No."

"Can I meed Inspector Lestrade ? "

"No. He was a fictional character. Also, we are not in the 1900s any longer."

...

...

"ok, I charge 2 guineas and 1 bob and 1 quid per day."

"Again,  Sir, I assure you, this is not staged, or part of any program "