"My dear Watson," this strange visage said in a familiar voice. "I thought for a moment that I had lost you."
"Holmes. It is you!"
"Who did you think it was?" Holmes replied with a smile.
"The devil," I admitted groggily, for my mind was still somewhat tangled in the cobwebs of sleep.
Holmes, who obviously took my remark as a compliment, laughed and said: "I have always thought the devil must be a most interesting fellow, with a fine criminal type of mind, and perhaps one day I shall meet him. But I assure you, Watson, that when your time comes, it will be St. Peter and not the Prince of
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