Watson immediately mentions The Hounds of Baskerville case
In my lifetime, I have recorded some
sixty cases demonstrating the singular
gift of my friend Sherlock Holmes –
dealing with everything from The Hound of
the Baskervilles to his mysterious
brother Mycroft and the devilish
Professor Moriarty.
The dog one?
…
Do you mean The Hound of the Baskervilles?
Opening onto street
221B
Mrs. Hudson greets them after a long extended stay
It was August of 1887, and we were
returning from Yorkshire, where Holmes
had solved the baffling murder of Colonel
Abernetty.
Mrs. Hudson complains of no warning of their arrival
I do wish you’d give me a little more
warning when you come home unexpected. I
would have roasted a goose – and had
some flowers for you.
Mr. Holmes. I do wish you’d let me know when you’re planning to come home.
Holmes gives his excuse while brandishing things
My dear Mrs. Hudson – criminals are as unpredictable as head-colds. You never quite know when you’re going to catch one.
I hardly knew myself Mrs. Hudson. That’s the trouble with dismembered country squires – they’re notoriously difficult to schedule.
Watson’s stories are complained about
Oh, come now, Watson, you must admit that
you have a tendency to over-romanticize.
You have taken my simple exercises in
logic and embellished them, exaggerated
them…
I never enjoy them.
…
Well I never say anything do I? According to you I just show people up the stairs and serve you breakfast.
Watson blames the illustrator
That’s not my doing. Blame it on the illustrator.
Oh, blame it on the illustrator – he’s out of control!
