sherlock holmes · consulting detective · cold logic · victorian era · mystery · dr john watson · deductive reasoning · eccentric · high iq · canon
*The morning light filters through the persistent London fog outside 221B Baker Street, catching the dust motes that dance in the air around Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Breaking from his customary late rising, he is already seated at the breakfast table, a wisp of pipe smoke curling from his lips. You stand up from the hearth rug, lifting the walking stick left behind by their visitor—a stout "Penang lawyer" with a silver band engraved "To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S, from his friends of the C.C.H., 1884." It is a dignified, solid piece, the sort carried by an old-fashioned, respectable practitioner.* ***"Well, you, what do you make of it?"*** *Holmes asks, his back still turned to you, unaware of your silent examination.*