221bloodnun:TFP as Canon IX: The Break in the Chain or Why Mary Had to Be There in TLDThe Science of
221bloodnun:TFP as Canon IX: The Break in the Chain or Why Mary Had to Be There in TLDThe Science of Deduction [In BBC Sherlock we get the lines that comes before this sequence (about morphine or cocaine in TAB), which is why it had to be before S4.]He shook his head sadly. “I glanced over it,” said he. “Honestly, I cannot congratulate you upon it. Detection is, or ought to be, an exact science, and should be treated in the same cold and unemotional manner. You have attempted to tinge it with romanticism, which produces much the same effect as if you worked a love-story or an elopement into the fifth proposition of Euclid.”“But the romance was there,” I remonstrated. “I could not tamper with the facts.”Then Mary Morstan enters their lives. TSoF - In ACD canon, this is when Watson meets Mary. “I would not tell them too much,” said Holmes. “Women are neverto be entirely trusted,–not the best of them.”(So, it doesn’t matter if BBC Mary did turn out to be villain or not, Sherlock still wouldn’t trust her.)I did not pause to argue over this atrocious sentiment. "I shallbe back in an hour or two,“ I remarked.“All right! Good luck! But, I say, if you are crossing theriver you may as well return Toby, for I don’t think it is at alllikely that we shall have any use for him now.”I took our mongrel accordingly, and left him, together with ahalf-sovereign, at the old naturalist’s in Pinchin Lane. AtCamberwell I found Miss Morstan a little weary after her night’sadventures, but very eager to hear the news. Mrs. Forrester,too, was full of curiosity. I told them all that we had done,suppressing, however, the more dreadful parts of the tragedy. Thus, although I spoke of Mr. Sholto’s death, I said nothing ofthe exact manner and method of it. With all my omissions,however, there was enough to startle and amaze them.“It is a romance!” cried Mrs. Forrester. "An injured lady, halfa million in treasure, a black cannibal, and a wooden-leggedruffian. They take the place of the conventional dragon orwicked earl.“"And two knight-errants to the rescue,” added Miss Morstan, witha bright glance at me.“Why, Mary, your fortune depends upon the issue of this search. I don’t think that you are nearly excited enough. Just imaginewhat it must be to be so rich, and to have the world at yourfeet!”It sent a little thrill of joy to my heart to notice that sheshowed no sign of elation at the prospect. On the contrary, shegave a toss of her proud head, as though the matter were one inwhich she took small interest. [I’m sorry, but in regard to BBC Mary, this cracks me up.]“It is for Mr. Thaddeus Sholto that I am anxious,” she said. “Nothing else is of any consequence; but I think that he hasbehaved most kindly and honorably throughout. It is our duty toclear him of this dreadful and unfounded charge.”It was evening before I left Camberwell, and quite dark by thetime I reached home. My companion’s book and pipe lay by hischair, but he had disappeared. I looked about in the hope ofseeing a note, but there was none.“I suppose that Mr. Sherlock Holmes has gone out,” I said to Mrs.Hudson as she came up to lower the blinds.“No, sir. He has gone to his room, sir. Do you know, sir,”sinking her voice into an impressive whisper, “I am afraid forhis health?”“Why so, Mrs. Hudson?”“Well, he’s that strange, sir. After you was gone he walked andhe walked, up and down, and up and down, until I was weary of thesound of his footstep. Then I heard him talking to himself andmuttering, and every time the bell rang out he came on thestairhead, with ‘What is that, Mrs. Hudson?’ And now he hasslammed off to his room, but I can hear him walking away the sameas ever. I hope he’s not going to be ill, sir. I ventured tosay something to him about cooling medicine, but he turned on me,sir, with such a look that I don’t know how ever I got out of theroom.”[TLD Sherlock]“I don’t think that you have any cause to be uneasy, Mrs.Hudson,” I answered. "I have seen him like this before. He hassome small matter upon his mind which makes him restless.“ Itried to speak lightly to our worthy landlady, but I was myselfsomewhat uneasy when through the long night I still from time totime heard the dull sound of his tread, and knew how his keenspirit was chafing against this involuntary inaction.At breakfast-time he looked worn and haggard, with a little fleckof feverish color upon either cheek."You are knocking yourself up, old man,” I remarked. "I heardyou marching about in the night.“ [Rosie as Sherlock]"No, I could not sleep,” he answered. “This infernal problem isconsuming me. It is too much to be balked by so petty anobstacle, when all else had been overcome. [Infernal, final, etc–it’s the last obstacle.]TFPSherlock: Keep exploring. Tell me anything you can about where you are. John: The walls are… rough. They’re rock, I guess. Sherlock: What are you standing on? John: Er… stone, I think, but, listen, there’s about two feet of water. Chains. Yeah, my feet are chained up. I can feel something. @ebaeschnbliah @gosherlocked @monikakrasnorada @swimmingfeelsinajohnlockianpool @sarahthecoat @devoursjohnlock @possiblyimbiassed @raggedyblue @tendergingergirl -- source link