It was the third Thursday of September 1893 when Mr Berriman the antiquary of Bond Street - not the bookseller, his cousin in Charing Cross Road - came up our stairs with a quarrel that promised either the police-court or the loss of an honest reputation.
"A piece of silver Roman plate, Mr Holmes, sold to Mr Audley of Cadogan Square last Tuesday at three hundred pounds. He returned it to me on Wednesday afternoon, with his son and a magistrate's letter, calling it a forgery and demanding restitution. I sold him the genuine article. The hallmark on the piece he has returned is post-1850 - anyone with a glass may see it."
We walked across to Bond Street through a sharp September afternoon. On the rank at the Bond Street end a thin dark-green four-wheeler waited, the chip on the off-side lamp catching the gas; its driver a heavy-shouldered man with a port-wine stain on his left temple and a green-banded hat, who touched his whip-handle to the brim as we passed. Mr Berriman's gallery was a long narrow shop, the silver in glazed cabinets, the disputed plate set out upon his counter under the gas-lamp.