Isidore Charlatan, a name which once sent shockwaves through the criminal fraternities that lurk in the dark recesses of society’s underbelly. Isidore Charlatan, a detective of the finest caliber who not once, but twice shook hands with President Coolidge for a job well done. Isidore Charlatan, by all accounts a legend in his own lifetime. My good friend Izzy was all these things and more, so much more . . . but now all the accolades and the adoration he engendered through his methods of deduction are gone. He is a broken man, wallowing in self-pity and I fear close to suicide. What circumstances could have befallen him to so change a man’s good fortune?