"What would you think about going to the seaside for a holiday?"
"I would think it an abominable idea."
"You simply dislike water."
"So would you, if you nearly died falling off a waterfall. Pass the hydrochloric acid."
"Careful, Holmes!"
"I could say the same to you!"
There was a sharp tinkle of breaking glass, and then a very loud explosion sounding something like a gunshot and something like a cat being tortured. Conversation tapered off.
"I suppose we could always go to the seaside while Mrs. Hudson hires someone to patch the hole in the floor," Watson suggested dryly.