On a chilly winter morning in London, as snowflakes gently fell outside, Sherlock Holmes lay in bed staring at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts of the latest mystery awaiting his genius. The quiet was soon broken by a soft knock at the door; it was Dr. Watson, eager to share news of an unusual murder case. Sherlock, at first, seemed uninterested and listened with indifference. However, Watson’s mention of peculiar bicycle tracks left by the suspect piqued Sherlock’s interest. “Ah,” he said, eyes gleaming with curiosity, “why not take a look at these tracks?” At the crime scene, the patterns in the snow intrigued Sherlock, sparking a small, knowing smile. Yet, even he faced the challenge of deciphering where the mysterious tracks would lead next.
Even after everyone else had retreated indoors to escape the biting cold, Sherlock remained outside, fixated on solving the mystery of the peculiar tracks. His breath visible in the frosty air, he crouched down to examine the two sets of tire marks in the snow. One set was narrower, while the other was slightly broader. Sherlock pondered the possibility that one track was from the front tire of a bicycle and the other from the rear. It was crucial for him to determine which track corresponded to which tire to understand the direction the suspect had gone. Each…
