all the loungers and idlers of the Empire

I went to Venus yesterday afternoon for the launch of a local osteopath's folk music CD. Wouldn't that be a great alibi in a detective story, or perhaps for Sherlock Holmes to deduce from my demeanour?

If he was also to establish from his observations that I have had some rickety fence panels in the back garden replaced free as a neighbour's contractors accidently knocked them over when taking down a tree that would be correct as well.

"How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?