Okay, the word of the day on dictionary dot com began with 'b'. I can't pass up the opportunity to use it.
I was sitting across from Holmes as we surveyed the tavern. Holmes was watching one table with great interest. I turned to look, using my peripheral vision to avoid making them think I was staring.
"Oh look at him Watson, he's no more than a cowardly fool." Holmes said, quite loudly. Of course, the man in question turned to see who had spoken. When he saw Holmes staring at him, he drew the inevitable conclusion that Holmes was talking about him.
He stood up and stormed over, raising one fist. Holmes remained calmly seated until the last possible second when he ducked the blow and sent the man stumbling backwards with a punch to the stomach. Since no one else got involved I stayed out of it, but stood up in case we had to leave quickly.
Holmes overpowered the man and led him towards the door, gesturing to me to follow. He smiled as we reached the street.
"How would you like to earn a guinea?" Holmes asked.
"Alright." The man said, a little wary.
"Tell me what happened here two nights ago."
Holmes got his information and we headed for home. He read the question in my eyes and explained that the fight had ensure no one would think we were investigating.
I sighed. "Holmes, you and your brannigans!"
A brannigan is a brawl.
