"No, No, No!" I grumbled, slashing my pen through my sixth attempt. Holmes threw down his paper and turned to face me.
"I'm trying to think of a title for this case." I said in answer to his raised eyebrows.
"Need you mumble under your breath while you think of one?"
"It's just, I can't think of a good one, and I'm really frustrated."
"Which case is it?" he said uninterestedly.
"It's about that horrible business of the Abernetty family." Holmes sighed.
"I wondered if you were ever going to pen that one. Although it has points of interest, don't you think the public should be spared such an outre' occurrence?"
"It's one of your better cases! Why, your deduction involving the butter and parsley was amazing. Besides," I added, "people love reading about the circus."
"Well I really think you ought to skip that one, nonetheless." I laughed.
"You just don't want me to mention that contortionist. She was rather taken with you."
Scowling, Holmes turned away and picked up the newspaper.
I grinned mischievously.
"How about, "The Case of the Missing Fire Eater?" Holmes said nothing. "Butter and the Big top?" Still, he said nothing. "What about, 'The Case of the Murderous Magician?' I know! Maybe I could call it, 'The Adventure of the Captivating Contortionist?'"
Holmes snorted.
"Balderdash."