Episode 0: A Most Uncivilised Breakfast No. 7 Faraday Street, London | 8:17 in the morning   As narrated by Ariel, a cockatoo of considerable vocabulary and absolutely no breeding. There were five detectives at the Star Seeker Detective Agency, all exceptionally handsome, extraordinarily gifted, and, in Ariel's professional opinion, utterly bloody useless before breakfast. "WAKE UP, YOU MISERABLE SONS OF BISCUITS!" Ariel announced this from atop Wolptinger's head.  The Welsh corgi, a gentleman of infinite patience and limited ambition, continued chewing his breakfast sausage. "Good morning, Ariel," Elias Sinclair greeted cheerfully. "GOOD MORNING, YOU DAFT LITTLE TURNIP!" Elias beamed. "She's in excellent spirits today." "She's threatened to murder the milkman twice," Sebastian Ashford murmured. "THRICE, YOU SLEEP-DEPRIVED BASTARD!" Sebastian, who possessed the unfortunate gift of prophecy, stared into his thir...