Dr. John Watson

Want to convince yourself?

It's as easy as a visit to your Clipper Craft dealers.

Just compare Clipper Craft with clothes selling for many dollars more.

And now, Dr. Watson, to get back to the gentleman in the Roman toga.

All right, Mr. Harrison.

It all began on a freezing winter morning.

My first view of Baker Street presented a dispiriting glimpse of icy sleet falling between the dun-colored houses.

I donned my carpet slippers, my oldest trousers, and a well-worn bathrobe with the firm intent of enjoying a placid breakfast and settling myself in front of the fire for the rest of the day.

I no sooner opened our sitting room door, however, when I caught sight of Holmes tramping about, swearing to himself, and tossing a shiny golden coin into the air.

Confounded if I could only lay hands on the villain.

Morning, Holmes.

What seems to be the difficulty today?

Difficulty?

Moriarty is back in business.

Only this morning, Mrs. Hudson received this coin.

Here, have a look at it.

A handsome gold sovereign.

Flooding the town with him.

Great Scott, don't tell me Professor Moriarty, the greatest criminal in Europe, has turned philanthropist.

No such luck.