Stamford's POV. Set during STUD.
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I found him hitting the corpse vehemently with a stick.
"Holmes! Holmes, what are you doing?"
"Trying," he panted, "to see how far there can be bruising after death." Holmes was about to give it another solid whack when I reached out and grabbed his wrist. He glared at me.
"Holmes, for pity's sake," I said. "It's a human being."
I later mentioned it to Doctor Watson. I am afraid he was not dissuaded from his desire to room with the overzealous young medical student who spent his time examining the bruises he'd created, all black and blue and purple.