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This episode is brought to you by the Tinge of Superstition.

Tonight, we'll read the adventure of the Crooked Man written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Out of 56 total stories, Doyle ranked the adventure of the Crooked Man 15th in a list of his 19 favorite Sherlock Holmes stories.

Although elementary, my dear Watson, is known popularly as a catchphrase of Sherlock Holmes, the character never says this in any of Doyle's stories.

In the adventure of the Crooked Man though, he comes his closest to it in the following dialogue.

I have the advantage of knowing your habits, my dear Watson, said he, excellent, my cried, elementary, said he.

Let's get cozy, close your eyes, relax your body into the softness of your bed.

Now, take a few deep breaths.

One summer night, a few months after my marriage, I was seated by my own hearth, smoking a last pipe and nodding over a novel.

For my day's work had been an exhausting one. My wife had already gone upstairs and the sound of the locking of the whole door sometime before told me that the servants had also retired.

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