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The Detective Who...
Vaguely inspired by Watson's Woes JWP#2:
“I don’t see,” said Holmes, an element of danger in his voice, “why your ridiculously-named American journalist friend couldn’t take his equally ridiculously-named Siamese to the Continent with him.”
“You,” I told him, “are simply annoyed by phenomena which you cannot immediately explain.”
Holmes sneered at the feline perching on the bookshelf again. “I enjoy mysteries, as you well know. I am entirely in favour of phenomena that at first defy explanation. However, Doctor, cats cannot solve crimes.”
“I didn’t say they could,” I assured him, grinning.
“Yow!” said Koko, and knocked The War of the Worlds to the floor.
“I don’t see,” said Holmes, an element of danger in his voice, “why your ridiculously-named American journalist friend couldn’t take his equally ridiculously-named Siamese to the Continent with him.”
“You,” I told him, “are simply annoyed by phenomena which you cannot immediately explain.”
Holmes sneered at the feline perching on the bookshelf again. “I enjoy mysteries, as you well know. I am entirely in favour of phenomena that at first defy explanation. However, Doctor, cats cannot solve crimes.”
“I didn’t say they could,” I assured him, grinning.
“Yow!” said Koko, and knocked The War of the Worlds to the floor.