The idea of calling on them frightened me. I was disturbed at the prospect of finding Holmes conducting experiments on Watson.
When I did finally call, Holmes was out, and Watson seemed happy with his lodgings. He beckoned me to sit down and have a drink. I accepted.
After some half an hour, an elderly lady burst in. I was quite alarmed. Watson was unperturbed, although she was ranting at us in a tenor that belonged to no woman of that age.
"Idiots! Utter idiots!"
The woman spotted me and ripped off her wig.
"Hello again, Stamford," said Sherlock Holmes.