Join me to listen to a Sherlock Holmes story that was one of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's own personal favorites. Great fun, and one of his cleverest plots.

Of the world that Doyle created, Vincent Starrett wrote, with great affection, a poem entitled 221B:

Here dwell together still two men of note

Who never lived and so can never die:

How very near they seem, yet how remote

That age before the world went all awry.

But still the game’s afoot for those with ears

Attuned to catch the distant view-halloo:

England is England yet, for all our fears–

Only those things the heart believes are true.

A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane

As night descends upon this fabled street:

A lonely hansom splashes through the rain,

The ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet.

Here, though the world explode, these two survive,

And it is always eighteen ninety-five.