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| Original illustration by Sydney Paget for the Sherlock Holmes series by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle |
"I heartily agree, dear Watson. A most scandroulus situation has been nipped in the bud."
"What do you suggest we do about it? Doctor Watson asked.
"Why not give them the link so they can see all the dastardly things that Mr. Pirillo has been doing in his spare time."
Doctor Watson chuckles. "What spare time?"
"Why, his play time, his sleeping time and his lunch time, of course.
"But how could you possibly know that, Sherlock?" Doctor Watson gasped in surprise.
"Elementary, really. Were he an ordinary human being he would be sleeping a full eight to ten hours every night. He would be stuffing his face with scones...."
"Wait!" Watson interrupted. "That's what I do!"
"Quite right, dear fellow, and you would do well to stop that, or you'll get fat!"
"Uh, huh, I see." Doctor Watson said in a grumbly voice. "So what else clued you in to this man's tireless behavior?"
"The fact that he has been up for several hours already typing this little story before he even thinks of going downstairs to make his morning meal."
Sherlock turned around and looked up at Watson, then took a quick puff on his pipe. "I suggest we get properly dressed, because he's about to put us through some horrible conditions in our next story, " The Case of the Vanishing Hero."
"What manner of clothing?" Watson insisted on knowing.
Sherlock rose from his comfortable position and stretched. "That, my dear Watson, is for the author to tell. Now let us prepare!"
"Very well." Watson replied, grabbing a scone from the plate Mrs. Hudson had left for him, and hoping Sherlock hadn't seen him pocket several more. "I will post the link here right away!"
"Great, Watson. Now let us hurry: 'The Game's Afoot.'"
