Sherlock Holmes: Snoops through other people's papers as well
I stared in horror as I recognized the papers Sherlock Holmes was reading. "Watson!" He called, and I heard the response from the hall.
"Yes, Holmes?" The doctor entered, and Sherlock beckoned him over. Gregson shot me a sympathetic glance. He too had recognized the object of Holmes' interest.
"Look at this." The doctor bent to read over his shoulder.
"Sherlock Holmes does not stay in bed when injured." The doctor read. "Well, he's got you there, Holmes. Doctor Watson nags about staying in bed if injured." The doctor frowned. "Nags?"
"Certainly, my good fellow." Holmes confirmed. "Sherlock Holmes smokes a lot. Not very specific."
"You do smoke quite a bit." The doctor informed him. "Doctor Watson: Nags about eating properly. Nagging again?"
"Sherlock Holmes plays the violin badly." Sherlock frowned.
"Not badly, Holmes. But it can be trying sometime, specifically at two in the morning, or when you're thinking." Watson clarified.
Sherlock shrugged and continued reading. "Doctor Watson doesn't sleep when the weather's bad." The doctor colored slightly, and Sherlock continued with commenting. "Sherlock Holmes snoops through the doctor's papers."
The doctor laughed. "You snoop through everyone's papers, if they're not put away. Whose is this, by the way?"
"Can't you tell, Watson?" Came the reply.
Another laugh. "Inspector Lestrade's, of course. I'm sorry, Inspector, I should have warned you not to leave anything you don't want gotten into where Holmes can find it."
"Excellent, Watson. How did you know?" Sherlock was prepared for another lesson in deduction, I realized. It was an absolutely amazing thing to watch.
The doctor smiled before replying. "I gave him the paper."
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