Although my dear friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes has often chided me for failing to observe a clue, even my tired eyes could plainly see that my home had been invaded by a man of more than usual height smoking what appeared to be his third pipe while encamped in a veritable fortress of newspapers by the fire. I further noticed my wife had served tea and a plate of the biscuits he showed more than passing interest in when last visiting, ceding him the sitting room out of respect for his obvious distress.
Before indulging my curiosity as to what incredible problem was putting Holmes’s powers to the test, I therefore went in search of Mrs. Watson to thank her for so kindly adjusting to this unlooked for but not entirely unexpected caller.
The Signs of Hospitality (Sherlock Holmes at the Watsons' Home)
Although my dear friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes has often chided me for failing to observe a clue, even my tired eyes could plainly see that my home had been invaded by a man of more than usual height smoking what appeared to be his third pipe while encamped in a veritable fortress of newspapers by the fire. I further noticed my wife had served tea and a plate of the biscuits he showed more than passing interest in when last visiting, ceding him the sitting room out of respect for his obvious distress.
Before indulging my curiosity as to what incredible problem was putting Holmes’s powers to the test, I therefore went in search of Mrs. Watson to thank her for so kindly adjusting to this unlooked for but not entirely unexpected caller.