Sherlock dazz and the case of the missing notary stamp seal

It is I, Sherlock dazz. Shirl is my bro. Anyway, I had an adventure of my own recently.

I had an important document. It had been signed by this wretch, erm, wench but she had surreptitiously forgotten to stamp it. Without the official stamp, the signature is worthless. She knew this, of course. She is professor Moriarty s daughter. Evil as they come. Determined to throw monkey wenches into every situation.

I wasn't going into this alone. I enlisted the help of my friend, Mr x. Xavier Watson to you. I asked him to bring his trusty revolver ring.

We reached the diabolical establishment. The evil daughter was there, ready to throw money wrenches and wenches about. Quickly I implored Watson to bring out his revolver ring. He did and pointed it at the clock. Immediately the clock hands revolved back to 7:30 a.m. Before the evil establishment opened. Surly sis was transported back home. I brought out my trusty pink magnifying glass and searched until I found the notary stamp. I stamped it myself and we happily were on our way.