Thanks to mrspencil, who has inspired me to get this chapter up today, and KCS, whose 'Dr Watson, Mr Sherlock Holmes' has inspired me yet again, this time with sentence #22-Mad.
This is from Lestrade's point of view.
Why anyone would want to room with Sherlock Holmes I'll never know, but somehow, he got himself a flatmate. A Doctor John Watson was with him during that Jefferson Hope affair in '81, and the lads at the station took bets on how long he would last. I didn't think he would last long. An old soldier wouldn't be able to stand Mr Holmes. We at the Yard could hardly stand him, and we only had to see him on cases!
After six weeks the man was still there, and I had to wonder if he was sane. Anyone else would have left after the first week, yet here he was. Even more extraordinary, Mr Holmes seemed to actually like him!
After the first six months I was sure. The man must be mad. He had not only stayed with Sherlock Holmes, but actually seemed to enjoy it! The final proof came when I saw them in the park one afternoon, strolling along, arm in arm. Anyone who would do that had to be crazy, there was no other explanation.
I have known Dr Watson for fifteen years now, and a better man I have never known. He has endured more than any man should, and survived. On some days, however, I still think he and Sherlock Holmes belong in Bedlam!
