[Watson and Mary enter Baker Street to find Holmes hanging from a noose]
Dr. John Watson:
Don't worry, dear. Suicide is not in his repertoire. He's far too fond of himself for that.
[pokes Holmes sharply]
Dr. John Watson:
Holmes!
Sherlock Holmes:
[wakes up]
Oh, good afternoon. I was attempting to determine the means by which Blackwood survived his execution - clearing your good name, as it were - but it had a surprisingly soporific effect, and I found myself carried off into the arms of Morpheus like a caterpillar in a cocoon.
[to Mary]
Sherlock Holmes:
Good afternoon, dear.
Dr. John Watson:
Get on with it, Holmes.
Sherlock Holmes:
Well, cleverly concealed in the hangman's knot was a hook... oh, my, I think my legs have fallen asleep. I should probably come down.
Mary Morstan:
John, shouldn't we help him down?
Dr. John Watson:
No, no, I hate to cut him off mid-stream. Carry on.
Sherlock Holmes:
Well, the executioner attached it to a harness which allowed the weight to be distributed around the waist and the neck to remain intact. Oh, lord, I can't feel my cheeks. Might we continue this at ground level?
Dr. John Watson:
How did you manage it, Holmes?
Sherlock Holmes:
I managed it with braces, belts and a coat-hook. Please, Watson, my tongue is going, soon I'll be of no use to you at all.
Dr. John Watson:
Worse things could happen.
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