*sobs heavily* you finished it! that was to good! and you left us on a cliffhanger! please write another one!

Hee! Watson really does have quite a talent for description! This chapter cracks me up each time I read it!

"our landlady, making me wonder what her children were like."--terrified and obedient, I expect .

I love your last line, and your entire story.

A spirited debate, in Latin, with gestures, and assorted side notes in Hindi--which surprises me, because I thought that Pushtu was more favored in Afghanistan. No doubt Dr. Watson picked up some Hindi from the water bearer...

Excellent!

Well done. One can easily imagine what Watson thinks of those needle marks.

I'll bet you a golden guinea that Mycroft is jealous--both of his brother's fame and his brother's friend.

Yes, one could say the stories had only a few _Strands_ of truth .

Heh. Holmes is aware of his own social inadequacies--but appreciates hearing how Watson can hold his own with the Yard.

Hurrah for Holmes' defense of Watson. Gregson should be sent down to writing parking tickets, or something like that.

I see that Holmes believes in the geological filing system--I know that one!

Holmes really misses his friends when he's away or they're unavailable. The least he could do is to bring back some more food.

The Irregulars are in good hands--and Mrs. Hudson takes care of _all_ her boys.

Snicker. I can't imagine why Mrs. Hudson would treat her two lodgers like roaring boys...

Excellent chapter. I don't blame the maid a bit. One can only imagine what she's run into trying to help Mrs. Hudson .

And Holmes spots Watson in pain very fast--good for him!

Holmes needs to treat Watson more like an equal, and that means sharing the danger, too. Good chapter.