Jennifer stirred in her sleep and began to dream.
She was seated by the fire in a paisley dressing gown, pipe in hand.
"This reminds me, Watson, of the curious incident of the dog who barked in the night."
"But the dog didn't bark in the night."
"Exactly, that was the curious incident. Now, I think I'm going to measure how much the parsley sunk into the butter dish on a summer's day, analyze this cigar ash for tell-tale signs of origin (though I can tell by the texture and scent that it the tobacco was grown on a small Caribbean island and processed in Manila), then I will practice the violin, fight Moriarty to the death, and then we'll have tea. Ta, ta, Watson."
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