The only clue is the cryptic message “404” scrawled on the wall. What could this devilish code mean?
Has there been fiendish foul play; the page spirited away in the dead of night? Or perhaps it was a figment of the imagination encouraged by a little too much cheese before bedtime?
The game’s afoot! The services of the master-sleuth himself, Sherlock Holmes, and his side-kick Dr Watson have been retained. The bloodhounds are straining at the leash. And a redirect may yet be deduced.
In the meantime please try Sherlock’s magnifying glass top-right.