• From my earliest recollections, I thought that my friend Holmes would forever be indifferent to women and always scoff at affection of any form around him.

    It seems to me now that once again, I was dumbfounded and proven wrong in the one thing I belived to be a fact.

    It began in the early spring of 1885; Holmes belived that were no longer any more extravagant cases to wriggle his fancy. “I swear Watson, since the affair of the Blue Carbuncle there has been no trace of criminal activity. Am I doomed to live out my prime giving advice to the police and any young upstarts?" he asked rhetorically.

    I sighed as I read the paper "Well, my old friend I can't say anything but you're pertinence for catching criminals must have frightened a good portion of them off." I replied trying to lift his spirits.

    Holmes stared at me for a moment then gave a short burst of laughter “Watson, you never fail to amuse me at such times of boredom." He said as he sat back down in his favorite chair.

    Seeing Holmes in a state of agitation was normal, and I hoped he wouldn't turn to his cocaine use again, as he did such when his mind seemed to get away from him.

    The empty silence that filled the room was soon stopped at that precise moment. Holmes shot out of that chair like a tiger pouncing on its prey, and opened the door to reveal Mrs. Hudson standing like a statue with a card in her hand.

    "Dr. Watson there's a lady to see you about an advertisement you posted." She said blandly, handing the card to me. I remembered the advertisement and turned to Mrs. Hudson “Send her up please." I said trying to contain my excitement.

    Holmes knew something was up right away, and proceeded to deduct what he could. “Watson, is it possible you are thinking of interviewing an employee for your practice in my sitting room?" He asked looking at me for any sign I might give.

    Holmes knew something was up right away, and proceeded to deduct what he could. “Watson, is it possible you are thinking of interviewing an employee for your practice in my sitting room?" He asked looking at me for any sign I might give.
    The woman took her seat and then replied “My name is Claire Watson; I'm your good doctor's cousin."