Holmes again, Holmes again, jiggety jig at Gulfshore Playhouse
Fictional sleuth Sherlock Holmes was famous for saying, “It’s elementary, my dear Watson,” to his sidekick, Dr. Watson, though he allegedly never said that in any of the books.
(He said variations of it in plays and movies.)
Frankly, I always resented him for that.
He’d just seem so smug and superior.
But what I really resented was this: Holmes would look at something as simple as a strand of red hair and tell you that it came from a woman from France who left home Thursday and was traveling by train disguised as a nun with a clean-shaven gentleman who smokes a cherry pipe and favors tweeds. And oh, by the way, the woman’s dog’s name is Queenie, and Queenie loves Freddie, the bulldog who lives down the lane at the cottage with the pink roses and white picket fence with the broken gate. All this from a single strand of hair.
The things he’d come out with, based on such small, trivial evidence, seemed more fantastic than logical.