“Tell me, Watson,” Holmes said, eyes fixed on a bubbling test tube. “What do you make of a man who dies of fright in a room locked from the inside, with nothing but a half-eaten orange on the bedside table?”
“Mr. Holmes,” she gasped. “My father is gone. But he didn’t leave through the door. He left through the mirror.” subtitle Sherlock Holmes
I looked up from the British Medical Journal . “I should say his heart gave out. A tragic, if mundane, end.” “Tell me, Watson,” Holmes said, eyes fixed on
