"Buzz away, bees." The pensioner at the counter waved away the swarm of objections. "Sherlock will solve your mystery." "He's just a mutt!" The woman in the floral apron wiped floury hands on it. "I deliver scones to the station every mornin'. Never seen him do any detectin'." The old timer shook his head. "You had to be there, Glory. Brilliant, I tell you. Pointed that snout till we all saw what that trashy husband did." "Didn't you hear? They caught him on the security tape. No need for sleuthing." Glory crossed her arms. "Sherlock's no Lassie." "No need to be cruel, love." The old gent patted her arm. "I know you're stressed 'bout the vandals here. But don't take it out on elemental earth spirits." Glory harrumphed. "Right. Crazy like Foxy." She turned to transfer sticky buns from the pan to the display case. "Face it Harry, you're just a softy for strays."