Within 221B


Have had a recuperative day at 221B. Holmes has been playing his violin while Miss Adler sings for us. I have been going through my papers and have found something of note-an old drawing done by an artist Holmes commissioned. It is not in the best condition, bearing mark of coffee and, I hope, chemicals Holmes has spilt on it. Ink has stuck to it, and Holmes has scrawled our names upon it in his usual, reckless manner. All the same, I thought it worthy of sharing.

Had Watson framed it and put it on the mantle as I requested-rather than his horrendous vase-the fate of this portrait would likely have changed. It is, therefore, Watson’s fault.
  • 2 February 2011
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