Greetings to you all from Protector of the Grey Fortress! This is a gift for her, since she has been reading these from halfway across the world bit by bit. She said yesterday that she liked the Watson-Dawson one, so here you go chum, and hope you're having a great time!
I threw the file across my bedroom – Watson was right; there was no system to my organization. Confound him, he always knew exactly where everything was and I never could find anything!
I kicked a scrapbook against the wall, swearing at his blasted ability to clean up my messes. Where was that file?
I started for my half-open door – pride was not worth being late with that file to meet Lestrade; I had to break down and ask Watson where it was.
But I stopped there. Watson was sitting at his desk, talking to himself; odd, for him.
"What's wrong with The Black Pearl?"
Why was he questioning himself?
"Nothing wrong with it, Dr. Watson, but your case wasn't about the pearl – it was stolen far before Mr. Holmes found it."
I leaned against the doorway, silently moaning at the squeaky voice.
Watson frowned.
"What would you call it then? It's not like The Affair of the Plaster Busts is very evocative either."
"Well, no," the small voice agreed. "But something like The Six Napoleons is."
Watson frowned again, then nodded, scribbling in his confounded journal.
I stifled a laugh, backing away and closing the door. My Watson, getting writing advice from a mouse?
Oh, if the world only knew!
I must remember this – 'twould be extremely good material for blackmail!