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Moved here (bakerstreets).
Bust comics.
221b Baker Street:Ā Pilot vs S1/S2 (Click to make them bigger)
This scene is straight out of ā The Beekeeperās Apprenticeā by Laurie R. King, almost word for word perfect. To wit:
āHeā¦had even written a book on the apiary arts entitled A Practical Handbook of Bee Culture. It had been well received, he said with prideā¦.ā
āWe took up our cups, but as I followed him across the room towards the French doors my attention was drawn by an odd oject fixed to the roomās south wall: a tall box, only a few inches wide but nearly three feet tall and protruding a good eighteen inches into the room. It appeared to be a solid block of wood but, pausing to examine it, I could see that both sides were sliding panels.
āMy observation hive,ā Mr. Holmes said.
āBees? I exclaimed. āInside the house?ā
Instead of answering he reached past me and slid back one of the side panels, and revealed there a perfect, thin, glass-fronted beehive.ā
Someoneās been doing their homework on other pastiche, obviously.
The Ministry of Silly Walks.
From the top of this boulder the gleam of something bright caught my eye, and, raising my hand, I found that it came from the silver cigarette-case which he used to carry. As I took it up a small square of paper upon which it had lain fluttered down on to the ground. Unfolding it, I found that it consisted of three pages torn from his note-book and addressed to me. It was characteristic of the man that the direction was as precise, and the writing as firm and clear, as though it had been written in his study.