Sherlock Holmes always thought that his client base was limited to London's aristocrats, wealthy businessmen, and the occasional hapless criminal with no other options.
Until one day, a soaked Frenchman knocked on the door of 221B Baker Street, claiming that his name was "Jean Valjean", and insisted that Detective Javert had stolen his silver candlestick while chasing him.
Then, a grumpy green-eyed woman (calling herself "Catherine Earnshaw") bursts in and asks Holmes to help find her "soul mate who was taken away by a dog." Dr. Watson silently closed his notebook and began to wonder if he had accidentally drank a hallucinogen.
And when a Spanish gentleman named "Don Quixote" rushed into the living room brandishing a spear and announced that he would "do justice for the windmill murder," Holmes finally took off his deerstalker hat and sighed deeply——
Holmes: "Watson, I think we need a stronger cup of tea."
Watson: Well... Holmes also has a headache today.
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