Holmes assumes his most comfortable position, leaning back and taking a minute to light his pipe, then tenting his fingers together, breakfast largely forgotten.
"It would have been the very early days of my acquaintanceship with Watson," he begins. "April of '83, I should think, when I was awakened by an early and unexpected call at Baker Street..."
He goes on to detail the strange death of the murderous Dr. Grimesby Roylott, the investigation of the several peculiar clues found on inspection of the deceased lady's room, and his vigil with Watson, waiting in perfect pitch black for the sound of an otherwise silent creature.
"I suppose one could argue that I am indirectly responsible for the villain's death," he finishes with a narrow shrug. "I cannot say I regret the matter overmuch."
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"It would have been the very early days of my acquaintanceship with Watson," he begins. "April of '83, I should think, when I was awakened by an early and unexpected call at Baker Street..."
He goes on to detail the strange death of the murderous Dr. Grimesby Roylott, the investigation of the several peculiar clues found on inspection of the deceased lady's room, and his vigil with Watson, waiting in perfect pitch black for the sound of an otherwise silent creature.
"I suppose one could argue that I am indirectly responsible for the villain's death," he finishes with a narrow shrug. "I cannot say I regret the matter overmuch."