From cjnwriter: The Case of the Missing Ear-horn
"Sir, you say your ear horn is missing?" Watson inquires loudly. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, thoroughly irritated with this situation.
"Now why would my earring need kissing?" The man asked, giving him a funny look. "I'm here so you can find my ear horn."
I snicker and Watson shoots me a glare. I know he will chastise my manners later, but the situation would be unbearable if I didn't allow myself to find humor in it.
"Where did you last see it?"
"I'm not conceited!"
Watson groans and shakes his head. "No, sir, where was it last?"
"Oh… ah… I remember having it in my room." The man says with a proud and goofy smile.
"Sir, why don't you go look in your room and come back?" Watson asks.
"Why would I go to Timbuktu?" He gives Watson a funny look.
"Go look in your room." Watson repeats loudly. The man is finally ushered out and Watson returns, giving me an expression of relief. "He was your client."
"You're going on a diet?" I asked, mimicking our guest.
"Don't start that Holmes."
"Star hat tomes?" I tilt my head.
"Holmes!"
"I am sorry dear fellow."
"I should hope you are."
"You shoe hop yar?" I dodge as a slipper he throws goes flying by.
