I was sitting at my desk when the door swung open --
Excuse me, is this the office of world-famous anthropologist Dr. Kilgore?
Sorry, you're in the wrong story, mister -- try two door doors down for Kilgore.
Sorry, old chap, my mistake. I'll just be popping off, then.
As he closed the door behind him, I settled in for a long winter's nap, just as --
Mr. Ace? Excuse me for barging in, but I need your help.
What about, miss --
Miss Abigail Lewtes -- heir to the missing Golden Osprey fortune, Detective.