221b Bagel Street
Les Tirade (singing): Excuse me, sir, can you tell me how to get, how to get to Bakery Street?
Sherlock H: Do you mean, Bagel Street?
Les Tirade: No, Bakery.
Shylock H: Mmm – here is my card.
Les Tirade: Ah! Mr Sherlock Helms, two two one b Bagel Street! Shouldn’t ‘that’ be Bakery?
Sherlock H: Bagels do come form the bakery, yes; but my card is correct in every aspect.
Les Tirade: And ‘you’ are never wrong?
Sherlock: H: In that, ‘you’ are correct, Monsieur Tirade, chief inspector, doyen of the New North of the Border Three Feet, Robert Peeler of the flat foot variety.
Les Tirade: New Scotland Yard?
Sherlock H: That’s the fellow!
Les Tirade: And all the rest?
Sherlock: As true as veracity makes it.
Les Tirade: Never a straight answer from you, is there, Mister Helms?
Sherlock: It is how I am written.
Les Tirade: Exactly!