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I see patterned tablecloths... and China figurines... and lace doilies. Doilies. Lace doilies? Holmes. Does your depravity know no bounds? - No. - She turns to fat... and she has a beard and... - What of the warts? - She's covered in warts. - Enough. - Are they extensive? Please, enough.
Sherlock Holmes
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As to where I am... I was, admittedly, lost for a moment between Charing Cross and Holborn. But I was saved by the bread shop on Saffron Hill... the only baker to use a certain French glaze on their loaves... a Brittany sage. The carriage forked left, then right, a telltale bump over the Fleet Conduit. And as to who you are, that took every ounce of my not inconsiderable experience. The letters on your desk are addressed to Sir Thomas Rotheram. Lord Chief Justice, tha'd be your official title. Who you really are is, of course, another matter entirely. Judging by the sacred ox on your ring... you're the head of the Temple of the Four Orders... in whose headquarters we now sit... on the northwest corner of St. James's Square, I think. As to the mystery, the only mystery is why you bothered to blindfold me at all. Yes, well, standard procedure, I suppose.
Sherlock Holmes