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Murder Afoot At 221 Baker Street

Sherlock and Watson looked at the woman with blank expressions What they had were some totally unique impressions Watson was looking at her, thinking what a poor little thing Sherlock was wishing the 221 Baker Street bell still did not ring Her story was not sound in any sort of way to Sherlock who was not fooled. Watson was ready to slay a dragon and help the woman, he needed to be schooled. They heard about the dead body but there was no evidence in the least. The forged papers were blurry, smeared and quite creased. Her eyesight was not terrific, so Sherlock proved that she did not see what she said. Watson was the one who figured out that without blood or a body no one was dead. She was bipolar, and confused, a woman who simply needed her med. So they sent her to a doctor who prescribed lithium and put her to bed.

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