sherlock holmes and the postulations of fear

"Where's my sandwich?" exclaimed Sherlock Holmes.
I unburied my visage from the Atheistic Abortionists Gazette aka the Irish Times.
Around us the sheepdog and the Jack Russell seemed intent on something outside the window.
"Sherlock old pal," I told him kindly, "if you have to ask that question in this house, there is no sandwich."