Man, or at least criminal man, has lost all enterprise and originality. As to my own little practice, it seems to be degenerating into an agency for recovering lost lead pencils and giving advice to young ladies from boarding-schools. Elementary, my dear Watson. Next time you want to stab me in the back, have the guts to do it to my face. Well, my time of not taking you seriously is coming to a middle. Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back! Yes sir, Captain Tightpants! Mercy is the mark of a great man. Guess I'm just a good man. Well, I'm all right. I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you. The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes. Holmes and Watson are on a camping trip. In the middle of the night Holmes […]