By six, I've brewed myself a strong pot of English breakfast tea and sorted through my emails. Today, I have a few cases lined up. The first is a missing Bengal cat named Arthur, last seen lurking around Primrose Hill. The owner, a harried-looking university professor, emailed me to say he’d been missing since Sunday. Arthur has a penchant for squeezing into tight spaces—last time, he was found in the neighbor's garden shed, napping in a wheelbarrow.
