Adam's Apples

Part 1 is here. "A 'newfangled apple' after all, Watson," Holmes said, looking up from the bowl of fruit before him. "With the outlandish name of Zest Star. " "But how did you know to contact Mr. Athay?" I asked, for it was from the grower himself that we learned the name of the cultivar that had borne my mysterious apples. "That was elementary, Watson," Holmes told me. "Apples are a popular English food, but just two farms at the market grow the early apples. "Douglas's only grows Williams' Prides, for which these could scarcely be mistaken, so I sent a message care of Athay's London agent." He sniffed. "I did not expect Mr. Athay to come in person." Richard Athay had indeed only just left, after offering apologies and a basket of Zest Stars—which he called "Zestars."

Are these the same apple? L:  Scarlet Blush Mystery . R:  Zestar or not? Here's what they have in common.

I burst into the drawing room at 221B Baker Street as the first drops of afternoon rain struck the windowpane. "Holmes!" I gasped. "Calm yourself, Watson," my friend replied languidly, failing to rise from the sofa before the fire. "I perceive you have something for me." He gestured to a small table at his side, on which I placed the fruits of my hunt. "Apples?" he said, with noticeable indifference. "In August? What are they, Watson? Come, tell all." "That's just the problem, Holmes," I said. "The grower at the market couldn't say. Just a sign saying, 'Our own fresh-picked apples.' Can you identify them?" "Hmph. A grower who doesn't know what he grows does not inspire confidence." He looked into the fire, the trace of a weary smile on his lips. "Describe them for me, Watson," he said suddenly. I stepped forward and held one of the fruits into the failing light, determined to ...