Believer — Sherlock ][

"It is a trick of the light, Watson," Holmes remarked, his back to the window. He was furiously scrubbing a test tube. "A combination of coal smoke, a slight imperfection in the Victorian glass, and the overactive imagination of a public desperate for the divine."

"Identity?" Holmes whispered, his hand hovering over his magnifying glass. Sherlock ][ Believer

"The dead have no data," Holmes snapped. "And without data, one cannot speculate." "It is a trick of the light, Watson,"

Holmes looked at the empty space, then at Watson. He didn't reach for his pipe or his violin. He reached for his coat. "Where are we going?" Watson asked. "The dead have no data," Holmes snapped

Sherlock Holmes did not believe in ghosts, but the ghost of 221B Baker Street believed in Sherlock Holmes .

"She’s been there three nights, Holmes," Watson replied, standing by the heavy velvet curtains. "She looks like she’s trying to tell you something."