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