The Anatomy of London
The collection of papers from various clients sits on the coffee table, along with a solitary cup of tea, but it is untouched, the papers undisturbed. Sherlock Holmes, the man renowned for his intellectual expertise, sits in his chair, his eyes fixed on the collection of notes, maps and strings that made for one of the most challenging cases he had ever have the pleasure to come across. Of course, for the high-functioning sociopath this was bliss, and frequently he said to the people around him (regardless of their connection with him), 'The harder the case, the more fun it is to unravel the work of some psychopath who is plainly just as bored as I am.'
The case was of one in Dover, investigating the apparent murder of a girl who was locked in a room with no windows or escape routes other than the door, which as I have just mentioned, was locked. 'If you remove the impossible, the answer, however improbable, must be the truth.' He had dropped that motto long ago. Psychopaths have such inquisitive minds and if you have such mundane concepts as 'impossible' and 'improbable' then you are never going to find the answer anyway. The answer to this case was, literally 'Think outside the box'. There was no sign of a break in, but then the police couldn't find their behinds with both hands. He had climbed in through the sky-light in the attic and unlocked the room from the outside, then shot the girl with a semi-automatic pistol. Dangerous, but a neat way to finish the day off.