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Dear, my legs have fallen asleep. I should come down. John, shouldn't we help him down? No, no, no, I hate to cut him off midstream. Carry on. Well, the executioner attached it to a harness... allowing the weight to be distributed around the waist... and the neck to remain intact. My Lord, I can't feel my cheeks. Might we continue this at ground level? How did you manage it, Holmes?
Sherlock Holmes
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And you were supposed to wait for my orders. If I had, you'd be cleaning up a corpse and chasing a rumor. Besides, the girl's parents hired me, not the Yard. Why they thought you'd require any assistance is beyond me. Well, London will breathe a sigh of relief. Indeed. Congratulations, Lestrade. Bravo, inspector. Have a cigar. Gentlemen. Cheese.
Sherlock Holmes
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Yet none of this explains Blackwood's lack of pulse. Right. Now, the medical mystery. We must restore your reputation, Watson. There is a toxin refined from the nectar of the rhododendron ponticum. It's infamous in the region of Turkey bordering the Black Sea... for its ability to induce an apparently mortal paralysis. Enough to mislead a medical mind even as well-trained as your own. - It's known as... - What's wrong with Gladstone? Mad honey disease.
Sherlock Holmes