Good Night, Sweet Sherlock

January, 1975

I suppose it would have been a fair bet 20 years ago that at least one out of every ten readers would at once recognize 221B. Today would even one in 50 know it for the number of a certain London door that once opened onto magic for those of us who, in our teens and 20s, knew that the most famous detective in the world lived behind it for most of his professional life? What none, or only a very few of us, then knew was that he would die quietly on the Sussex Downs, whither he had retired from 22...