Gone to the Sherlock Holmes Museum, that is!
Just getting friendly with the Bobby guarding the outside of 221b Baker Street.
How 'bout that Deerstalker cap, eh? And bet you didn't realize I've taken up smoking
the pipe.
fellow he was. He recieved us in the study he shares with Sherlock, who happened to be out
at the time. Perhaps on a case? Dr. Watson wasn't at liberty to say;)
Has anyone read The Musgrave Ritual? Here, I happened to walk in just as Holmes and a Mr. Reginald Musgrave discover the body of Brunton the Butler, slumped over a casket of treasure. Too bad, he seemed like such a nice chap.
Lastly, "had a go" at the attached Sherlock Holmes Museum shop (was there any doubt?) and relished the time, with no sounds of breaking glass, no "sorry Mom"s, no tugs on my arm and not one heavy sigh.
Life is very, very good.
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