the pleasure's mine. it really is a thrill to meet you, mr. holmes.
i've a whole stack of detective novels at home. poe, wilkie collins.
they can seem a bit far-fetched sometimes, though. making these grand assumptions out of tiny details.
i intend to.
with all due respect, mr. holmes, you know him. but what about a perfect stranger? what can you tell about me?
no, it'd be wonderful. i insist.
well done.
charlie's 7, actually.
is there ink on my face?
right on all counts but one. i didn't leave my fiance.  he died.
excuse me --
do you really? doctor.
you have nothing more to say to me?
is that the best you can do? i'm disappointed, but not surprised.
if anything happens to him, both our lives are lost. do you understand that? can you? --
-- or are you so selfish that's just not possible.
what's in all those notebooks?
all your adventures.  i'd love to read them sometime.
do you think he's finally come to terms with you leaving?
shouldn't you help him, john?
john.
what's wrong with gladstone?
there's a brave boy.  there, there, everything's going to be all right.
try not to be too late for dinner with my parents and.  be careful.