This whole pilot study of the famous Dr. Watt, who's relating his delightful Sherlock Holmes' adventure.

Good evening, doctor. You look a bit irritated, if you'll pardon my thing.

Good evening, Mr. Man, good evening. Yes, I am a bit annoyed and with good reason.

I don't know if I've told you that but Holmes has been listening in to these Romanities.

Well, here's a letter I received for him after last week's story.

Read it.

All right.

My dear Watson, I noticed that in your last broadcast, you gave way to your regrettable habit of emotionalizing your story.

Detection, my dear fellow, is or ought to be an exact science.

The tinge it with romanticism is like introducing a love story

into the fifth proposition of Euclid, as ever, Sherlock Holmes.

Well, what do you think of there?

But the emotion was there.

You couldn't cancel with the truth.

Holmes has always maintained that the truth is not in what you say, but in the

impression you create in the other person's mind.

Well, Holmes always complained that I overspers the human element in recording his case.

How well I remember the attitude when Ricky received the publishing of my first book about his adventure. It was a cold morning in early spring.

He was sitting on either side of a purely fire in our rooms in vacancy.

A thick fog rolled down between the dun-coloured houses. Our gas was lit.

It shone on the white cloths and glimmered on the coffee cups and on the silver.

The breakfast table had not yet been cleared away.

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