A Case Of Identity

When Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson find themselves in a dark cell, without any recollection what might have happened to them and how they got there, they realize that they obviously got caught by Professor Moriarty. And so they plan, with a determination that can only be caused by hopelessness, a spectacular and daring flight...


4. The Head And The Heart

I softly shook him. "Holmes! Don't say such a thing. Hope dies last, they say. If you don't have a plan- let us just... think of some!" I was now ardent with eagerness, hoping to cheer him up. It was desperate courage rather than a real rational chance I saw that made me behave so optimistic. He did hardly react.

I knelt down in front of him and continued: "We've been in tight places before together." "Not as tight as this one.", he replied with a sigh. Though I feared he was right- like he was so often- I could not just give up that easily.

"It is so unlike you.", I whispered, rather to myself, not as reply to his objection. He heard it, anyway, and a little irritated he asked: "What?" I continued a little louder:

"To simply give up as soon as we come upon the first obstacle. Just remember the many situations when we have found ourselves at a dead end! Had we given up then, there would be a good many cases that lay dusty upon a pile in Scotland Yard archives bearing the mark 'unsolved'!" I was almost angry at him for showing so little militancy. "I have always admired you for being so very courageous. Where has that courage gone now? You used to never let a setback dishearten you. On the contrary, a trail that turned out to be a wild-goose chase encouraged you to work even harder and to be even keener in pursuing the other scents! Anyway, what worse can the situation get? So please, just don't give up now!"

Holmes stared at me for a second, obviously because it was a rare thing for me to give such elaborate scoldings, but then his mouth curved up and he smiled at me.

"My dear Watson, you would have made an extraordinary orator or even politician. I had no idea you give so excellent pep talks." I was glad to see him smile, and even more proud about this praise. "And you are right, my friend. I cannot let myself go in so cowardly a manner. There must be a way...", he said, straightening up. I could not help to smile.

This is the Sherlock Holmes I know.

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