Was It Fate? Was It

Go To Venice. Find Scorpia. And You Will Find Your Destiny.

"i Think My Reputation Will Look After Itself," Holmes Said. "if They Hang Me, Watson, I Shall Leave It To You To Persuade Your Readers That The Whole Thing Was A Misunderstanding."

I Didn't Set Fire To The Building." "no, But You Did Pull It Into The River." "that Put The Fire Out!

I Hear It Still. As I Lay Down My Pen And Take To My Bed, I Am Aware Of The Bow Being Drawn Across The Bridge And The Music Rises Into The Night Sky. It Is Far Away And Barely Audible - But There It Is! A Pizzicato. Then A Tremelo. The Style Is Unmistakable. It Is Sherlock Holmes Who Is Playing. It Must Be. I Hope With All My Heart That He Is Playing For Me . . .

We Live In An Age When There Is No Room For The Impossible.