Seeking a Flat in London proper, veteran army doctor John Watson finds himself thrown in with Sherlock Homes by a mutual acquaintance. The brilliant – if eccentric – private consultant pulls him along as he investigates a string of supposed suicides and Watson finds himself amazed at the depth of Sherlock’s powers of deduction.
Together they nearly nab the perpetrator, but are stymied by a misstep, and Sherlock goes with the man to the campus of a college (which is closed down for cleaning) to find out the man’s secret. John follows quickly after, but ends up in the wrong building and may have to watch his new friend die.
My Thoughts:
This felt like a very real reason for two men who have no real connection to meet in present day conditions. I liked that. It didn’t feel contrived, something I’m always grateful for.
Seriously? What crawled up Sally Donovan’s ass and died? I’m not sure if it’s jealousy, or what, but it’s annoying. I never enjoy characters that are bitches simply for the purpose of being a bitch.
I think my fingernails STILL hurt from the idea of scratching something like that into the woodwork…
Mrs. Hudson is adorable, and how could she not be. She’d have to be that sort of woman to put up with Sherlock’s eccentricities and that makes her completely endearing. How would you react to a severed head in your tenant’s fridge?
Molly, poor, poor molly. I’ve known women like her. They’re wonderful people, and yet they get stuck on someone and it’s just awful to watch. My heart bleeds for her.
What is with Cabbies and being murderers? That seems like a common theme. Is it because their position implies a modicum of trust? As children, we’re told to never get in cars with strangers, yet, if a car has the word TAXI on it, we quite often get in without thought (aside from where we need to go and that they better not try to rip us off). So we trust them, is the theme of the murderous cabbie a social lesson that we subconsciously try to pass on? Or is it something else all together…
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