My father, Sherlock Stiles, had been withering before my very eyes. I had heard of an elixir that can restore the strength of his youth, but its cost was much too high. When I took the case of the disappearance of the wife of Puss in Boots, I planned to fetch a good sum from it. The greed of my feline client was known throughout the city, but I believed his promise of a “plentiful reward.”

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