The scent of freshly baked bread and warm pastries filled the air as the bell above the door jingled, signaling the arrival of a customer. "Good morning, Gladys! What brings you in on this fine day?" "Oh, you know me, Martha. I can never resist your delectable creations. I'll have a dozen of your famous cinnamon rolls, please." "Coming right up! You're in luck, I just pulled a fresh batch out of the oven." "Marvellous! You know, I heard some rather interesting news at the hair salon yesterday." "Do tell! I'm always eager for a bit of gossip." "Well, apparently, old Mr. Jameson's prized garden gnome has gone missing. He's in quite a tizzy over it." "No! That gnome has been in his family for generations. Who would do such a thing?" "I have my suspicions, but I'll need to do a bit of sleuthing to uncover the truth." "You and your sleuthing! Just be careful not to ruffle too many feathers, Gladys." "Not to worry, Martha. I'll get to the bottom of this mystery, and I'll do it with my signature tact and charm."