Ice: Part 2

"I think I'm stumped, Holmes. By simple elimination, as you suggested, I have determined that the thief could not possibly be the Butler. The note as we both know, was written by a left handed individual. The smearing of the ink, points to that fact rather blatantly, and since the Butler doesn't have a left hand, or arm for that matter, it could not possibly be him. I have also determined that the thief is in Birmingham, England, the roman numerals are in fact latitude and longitude coordinates." I paused while gathering my thoughts, and finally glanced at Holmes with a slight feeling of shame and said, "As for the other two Holmes, I haven't the faintest idea"

"Let me enlighten you, dear old friend. The thief carved his coordinates- you are correct about the location- into the brick wall above the ice box. He did so at a height of 5'8 inches. Although this may not be impossible for a person as short as the Chef, it is most improbable. But the final clue, and the one I could not ignore, was given to me by the thief himself. He used his true name you see".

"Yes, Holmes, so you have said, but I still neglect to follow you in your reasoning".

"Jasmin T Raymore is a clever anagram for James T Moriarty!"

I shook my head in astonishment. The thief was now known, and so we would be off in search of the man who was Sherlock Holmes one painful thorn. If all went well, then this time Moriarty's glaring arrogance would see him captured.