The Mazarin Stone: ain't no sunshine when he's gone
I had not heard much about this one. We enter the story with a nostalgic, wistful, tender Watson, clearly they have been separated for a while. "Let me see you once more in the customary armchair. " “Why? The sport — the excitement — the danger!” “And, no doubt, to free the country from a pest?” “Exactly!” “My reasons in a nutshell!” I felt like I was watching a cross between a tight-rope dancer and an old fashioned sword fight duel. I miss Watson. Holmes without Watson is not the same, hence "ain't no sunshine he's gone". A little homage to Bill Withers and Dear Watson














