John Watson sat on a wooden bench on Russell Square. Nearly two years ago, he sat here on the same bench with Mike Stamford, his old friend and colleage from St Bartholomew hospital. They drank coffee and John complained about London´s high price living. Not an heure later John met his new flatemate Sherlock Holmes, arranged par Stamford. A man, who impressed him par his incroyable quick and correct deduction par tiny traces and be involved in dangerous adventures, he never dreamt off. But Sherlock, his friend he becames, died three mois il y a par jump of the roof - St Barts´roof - and he, Dr...
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