I would like to say it was the Sherlock Holmes in me that found the connection,
but if not for a strange chain of events, I should have never been keen of the whole matter.
I had been recently cleaning my study, (Or should I say office) when, during a particularly mundane sorting of old papers, I found a blue folder, in which I had so conveniently placed a home-printed copy of the Sign of the Four, some years ago. As I recall, I had placed it in a blue folder in 2003, (very much different than my normal procedure for home-printed books) for the purpose of travelling to Israel, on an archaeological dig, during which time, should I get bored, I would have some small entertainment to fill the lull.
If my head is clear, I hardly touched the volume on that occasion, (Save to use it's back pages to make a journal of the events of the trip) and possibly did not for a long time after.
In between the gap of several years, I managed to read through the work, and put it away again.
It was just days ago, when, after checking the forums, I found a thread on Chatter Lal.
This blue folder I opened, and started to read the novel, and sat it in plain sight, where it sat for several days, when, unoccupied as I was, I read on. As I was on a page, I must have had something to do, and everytime I came back to it, I was always on a page containing the name Lal Chowder.
As obvious as it must appear by now, I looked one too many times at that name and finally, my 'look' turned into 'see'.
As you must be weary of my narrative by now, I will close with, a great thank you to all who have responded, and to everyone, a good night.
Tennessee R.