"Only by your impeccable standards, Watson."

Holmes only makes it as far as his hands and knees, crawling off the mattress to the middle of the floor, where he rests back on his haunches for another moment or two as his eyes adjust to the daylight streaming through and his ears perk up at the sounds of the London streets outside and below.

"And our dog," he adds, staggering to stand and stretch, "is perfectly fine. I was simply experimenting with a mild sedative."