Elementary

ElementarybyMoshe Sipper
It was a tranquil Sunday afternoon, a rarity I savored greatly but which annoyed Olmes to the utmost. It did not last long, though. The calm was suddenly interrupted when Olmes sprang like an arrow and proclaimed: “The King’s emissary shall present himself at our abode within the moment.”“I suppose some amazing explanation of this deductive feat of yours is forthcoming?” I said, trying hard to stifle a yawn.“Elementary, my dear Atson,” said he, “I simply recognized the...