Case Solved: The London Files

The Queen owes you a cup of tea and a slightly used crown.

Scotland Yard is already polishing your golden badge.

Sadly, you still can't play the triangle yourself.

How rude, still haven't received a standing ovation.

Now please investigate where my left socks go.

Your brain is officially too large for standard hats.

Are you a detective or an undercover calculator?

MI6 would like to know your exact location.

The local pigeons now whisper your legends.

Please, we are begging you, go touch some grass.

Blimey! Was that a code?

A mysterious black van is already on its way.

Murderer? Let's pet the cat first. A Purr-fect Clue

Paw-lice Work

Meow-ster of Deduction