"What a lovely thing a rose is!" Holmes exclaimed suddenly and with quite uncalled-for enthusiasm. "There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as in religion." He continued rambling on for a few more minutes about Providence and goodness and nature, before finally concluding, "it is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers."
"Do you see any prospect of solving this mystery, Mr. Holmes?" Miss Harrison asked coldly, as well she might.
"The mystery?" Holmes repeated blankly.
I sighed. "You'll have to excuse him; he's taken Nyquil."