There's many a man who never tells his adventures, for he can't hope to be believed. - Arthur Conan Doyle

"How do you know that?"
"I followed you."
"I saw no one."
"That is what you may expect to see when I follow you."

I have always held, too, that pistol practice should be distinctly an open-air pastime; and when Homes, in one of his queer humours, would sit in an armchair with his hair-trigger and a hundred Boxer cartridges and proceed to adorn the opposite wall with a patriotic V.R. done in bullet pocks, I felt strongly that neither the atmosphere nor the appearance of our room was improved by it.

In my inmost heart I believed that I could succeed where others failed, and now I had the opportunity to test myself.