I looked up from the British Medical Journal . “I should say his heart gave out. A tragic, if mundane, end.”
“Tell me, Watson,” Holmes said, eyes fixed on a bubbling test tube. “What do you make of a man who dies of fright in a room locked from the inside, with nothing but a half-eaten orange on the bedside table?” subtitle Sherlock Holmes
“Mr. Holmes,” she gasped. “My father is gone. But he didn’t leave through the door. He left through the mirror.” I looked up from the British Medical Journal
Holmes’s eyes ignited. He reached for his deerstalker. “The Mirror of the Blackwood Estate, I presume? A fascinating piece of Venetian glass. They say it doesn't reflect the sitter, but the person standing behind them in the afterlife.” end.” “Tell me