I'm not normally one to jump on bandwagons, but this was irresistible. :)
I'M NOT...
I stood there, trying to keep perfectly still and ignore the way that my nose had started to itch, as Holmes fluttered around me with clothing and make-up from his store of disguises.
He stood before me, frowning; one finger to his lips, and shook his head.
"What's the matter?" I asked, dreading the answer. We had been playing this game for nearly an hour now, and I was not best pleased at having been wheedled into cooperating.
"Well," he said, "If you must know, Watson, the moustache is bothering me somewhat. After all, Rodgers is clean-shaven, and - "
The implication was clear, and I was having none of it. "No, Holmes," I said firmly. "Absolutely not."
"Oh, Watson, be reasonable!" Holmes cried. "If Lestrade is to stand any chance of catching the man he must know what to look for!"
"Then show him a photograph!" I replied, adding in exasperation, "Damn it, Holmes! I'm a doctor, not a display mannequin!"
