Sherlock Holmes: Trifles is a close-reading show for people who suspect the smallest Holmesian detail may be hiding a whole side passage. It is not mainly about retelling the cases. It is about what sits beside the plot: a medical phrase, a legal assumption, an odd reference to Lhassa or Mecca, a fingerprint, a shaving mirror, a character's diagnosis, or the loose end of a vanished umbrella. Scott Monty and Burt Wolder guide the discussion in a measured, companionable rhythm. One asks the question. The other follows it into a source, a story, a bit of historical practice, or a Sherlockian argument from an earlier writer. The format makes room for jokes, but the jokes usually sit next to real reading. A discussion of Conan Doyle's materia medica turns into symptoms, drug lists, verse-like note patterns, and the memory tricks of medical students. A look at Thaddeus Sholto's condition brings in rheumatic fever, mitral valve prolapse, cardiac neurosis, and previous medical readings of the canon. A conversation about fingerprints turns practical, imagining materials, impressions, blood, wax, and the mechanics of making evidence convincing on the page. Even shaving gets its due, because Watson's grooming can reveal domestic architecture, bathing habits, and Holmes's habit of turning observation into deduction. The show is most at home when scholarship and play meet. It cites articles and books, notices marginalia, and pauses over terminology, yet it keeps the mood approachable. The listener does not need a seminar room, only patience for detail and affection for the stories. Its recurring charm is proportionality. A trifle is treated seriously enough to matter, but lightly enough to remain fun. That balance makes the canon feel active again, full of clues still waiting in plain sight.