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 ora later John met his new flatemate Sherlock Holmes, arranged da Stamford. A man, who impressed him da his Unbelievable quick and correct deduction da tiny traces and be involved in dangerous adventures, he never dreamt off. But Sherlock, his friend he becames, died three mese fa da jump of the roof - St Barts´roof - and he, Dr...
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