Medicine, Doctor.
      I survived the Afghan War.
Return from Maiwand.

In need of shelter.
      Nowhere to stay in London.
I must ask my friend.

Stamford knows someone.
      Share some rooms with Sherlock Holmes.
My problem is solved.

Holmes is a strange man.
      "...Afganistan, I perceive."
I will explore more.

Things to make and do.
      A "Sherlock Holmes -- His Limits,"
Read "The Book of Life."

Holmes hands me missive:
      "Enoch J. Drebber is dead
In an empty house.

"Help me solve this crime
      At Three Lauriston Gardens.
Tobias Gregson."

An invitation.
      A melancholy business.
Time for adventure.

Poisoned man on floor.
      Letter points to Stangerson.
"Vengeance" on the wall.

Lady's wedding ring.
      Does it complicate the case?
Holmes says "Simplify."

An armload of clues.
      Off to catch a murderer.
The game is afoot.

Then, Holmes solves the case.
      But first, there is a flashback.
Great Alkali Plain.

Avenging Angels.
      Relentless in their pursuit.
Like the season's turn.

Back to the action.
      Confessions; I continue
Reminiscences.

Two men and a dog.
      Victims of a poison pill.
In comes a cabman.

Thus, answers revealed.
      Man told to choose his poison.
There is always Hope.

Lestrade and Gregson??
      Populus me sibilat
At mihi plaudo...
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