Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 105 December 30, 1893

THE M.P. for Christmas.
As soon as we entered the drawing-room all the little Gumpshons clapped their hands with delight, and surrounded their Uncle Picklock, each of them attempting to infer from the expression on the great detective's countenance what it was that he carried in his left coat-tail pocket. I know what it is, said Edgar Allan Poe Gumpshon, a boy of fifteen; it's plum-cake. I know it must be, because I never seed it, so it ain't seed-cake. Gaboriau Gumpshon, aged thirteen, opined it was a packet of bull's-eyes, 'cos that's what detectives always carry on dark nights, whilst Ann Radcliffe Gumpshon declared with certainty that it must be nuts, for she had just heard a cracker explode in the street. Children, said Picklock Holes, you are nearly right. Your powers have much improved. I am delighted to see that you are kept up to the mark; and, speaking thus, he produced from his pocket an apple, which he presented to Edgar, a pocket-knife which he handed to the jubilant Gaboriau, and a pincushion, which was immediately clasped and carried off in the chubby hand of little Ann Radcliffe. A year ago, said Picklock, turning to me, these children could not have reasoned inductively with one half of their present approximate accuracy; but my dear sister, Heaven bless her! is a wonderful teacher, the best and cleverest of us all. Indeed, indeed you are, Philippa, he continued, warmly embracing Mrs. Gumpshon. I am a mere bungler compared to you. But come, let us to business. At a signal from Lady Holes the happy children trooped off to bed, and we elders were left alone.
Sir Aminadab opened the conversation. I sent for you, my dear boy, he said, because I have just received from one of my agents in the North information of an important case which demands immediate investigation. Neither Hayloft nor Skairkrow can go, having business that keeps them in London. I look, therefore, to you to cover the family name with new lustre by solving this extraordinary mystery. Here the old man paused, as though overcome by emotion. Picklock encouraged him with an expressive look, and he continued:—