Its a curious thing, walking to school with Sherlock. He has to stop at every corner, every light, and every sign to just gawk at them for a sixtieth of hour. Then, no matter how overdue we may be, he constantly makes a stop at the newspaper stand daily to purchase the latest paper and possibly converse with the vender for who knows how long about the newest homicide case that subsumed the commonality discombobulated. The newspaper salesman, Langdale Pike is unceasingly elated to see his best and conceivably his only customer, Sherlock. We were no more than five feet away when Langdale spotted us, waved with his left hand, cupping his mouth with the right and shouted out at Sherlock. "Young detective! I was waiting for you! You're here for the newest paper I assume!" He already had in hand the periodical ready for his favorite customer and Sherlock already had the four pounds out and ready. "Indeed, you assume correctly."

"And I always will. Have you heard about the latest story? Body parts have been found in packages sent out haphazardly to unassuming people." Sherlock laughed. "A man who craves the spotlight! Excellent! I'll be interested in acquiring more information concerning this case." They continued to talk about possibilities and suspects while I started to wounder how this could interest anybody, those poor people. I couldn't understand but still, it was strange I felt horrible for the person and yet this conversation grew more and more interesting that I couldn't help but listen.

Once they finished their trade good old Pike pulled out an old dirty brown book."Oh, yes I almost forgot. I found something very interesting that I think you would like." Pike pushed the book closer to us so that we may see the faded gold lettering that read, "The Science of Deduction." Sherlock's eyes light up as he snatched the book from Pikes puny hands. He read the first page then flipped through the rest of the book his eyes frequently moving back and forth. He was simply excited. "How much do you want for it?" Pike's eyes rolled to the upper left and smiled how about 9 pounds? Sound fair?"
"Certainly. John, could you pay this kind man. I forgot my money." I quickly reached into my back pocket to protect my wallet but it was too late Sherlock already had it in his hands, handing over my hard earn money from the news daily. "Sherlock! You cannot do this. This is my hard..."
"Don't worry I'll pay you back." I sighed, Pike gave Sherlock the book and smiled counting my money and stuffing it into his pocket. Sherlock and I continued our journey to school for the first time he wasn't stopping at every corner his mind was consumed by the book. "What's so great about that book?" Without looking away from it he said, "It interests me." I gave him a sarcastic look. "Just like the street signs." He gave me a look as if he were insulted. "The street signs don't interest me."
"Then why do we always have to stop at every one of them just for you to stare?"
"I'm memorizing every street in London." That was it, I was done. Why would you need to know every street in London is beyond me but one thing's for sure this, whether it is good or bad Sherlock is special.