"Watson?"
"Yes, Holmes?"
"Watson, did we find the drinks cabinet?"
"I'm afraid not. That will remain a total..."
"...mystery. Thank you Watson. I have the good lines."
"May I ask what that is on your head, Holmes?"
"It is a bandage, Watson."
"Ah."
"Precisely. Some confounded idiot left a load of boxes in the vestibule."
"Ah"
"And I fell over them. However..."
"...however?"
"I am assured that I will recover fairly quickly and will only require calf's foot jelly in the afternoons for a week. No more."
......
"Watson?"
"Yes?"
"Where are you going?"
"To catch a calf, Holmes."
"A what?"
"A calf. So I can remove it's feet, to make ..."
"...calf's foot jelly. Right. get to it. But before you leave..."
"Yes?"
"Pass me something to read, will you?"
"One of these? I found them on the floor of the vestibule...they seem to have come out of those boxes you fell over."
"Have to do, I suppose. Fetch my monocle, Watson. What is the title? Who's written the thing?"
"Words from a Glass Bubble. By someone calling herself Vanessa Gebbie."
"A bloody woman? Forget it, Watson, bring me The Times.... and Watson?"
"Holmes?"
Hurry up with that calf..."
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Thursday, 21 February 2008
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