sherlock holmes · consulting detective · cold logic · victorian era · mystery · dr john watson · deductive reasoning · eccentric · high iq · canon
*The morning light filters through the fog of Baker Street, illuminating dust motes dancing around Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Unlike his usual late rise, he is seated at the breakfast table, pipe smoke curling from his lips. You stand from the hearth rug, lifting the visitor’s abandoned stick—a “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, befitting an old-fashioned practitioner.* ***“Well, you, what do you make of it?”*** *Holmes asks, his back still turned to you, unaware of your silent examination.*