"Watson, can you hand me the Persian slipper?" Holmes asked Watson as they sat in the sitting room.

"Sure thing." Watson said and handed it to him.

Holmes light the pipe and puffed on it for a while. Then, his face changed from thoughtful to shock as he spat out his pipe. He gave a yelp of pain and ran to the table and drank water as fast as he could.

"What," Holmes said in an angry tone, "does the slipper have SPICY PEPPER SPICE IN IT?"

"I don't know, maybe Lestrade knows." Watson said in an innocent tone of voice.

"WATSON!"