Sherlock Holmes

But it led us into one of the most curious and singular affairs of Sherlock Holmes' career, and one which I don't believe would ever have been solved had Holmes not been a distinguished amateur on the violin.

I call it the adventure of the genuine Guarnerius.

Go ahead.

Well, the British ambassador to France, Sir Hubert Ashley, had invited Holmes and myself to a reception at the embassy in Paris in order to thank us both for successfully concluding the rather delicate affair of Mr. Edwards.

The ballroom was ablaze of light.

The guests were dancing.

By Jove, Holmes, have you ever seen anyone more attractive than our host's wife?

I must say that Lady Ashley is really the finest type of English beauty.

Sometimes, Watson, I envy the directness of your mind.

What do you mean?

When you look at a beautiful woman, you see only beauty.

Well, what on earth would you expect me to see?

In the case of Lady Ashley, my dear fellow, I notice her elderly husband, her many gallant admirers, and I think, what a motive for murder.

Oh, really, Holmes?

Very much indeed, Lady Ashley.

During the time we're in Paris, Monsieur Merivaux, I've been promising myself the pleasure of a visit to your famous music shop.

You should be honored, Monsieur Holmes.

I've heard, of course, that you play the violin.

Nearly as the veriest amateur.

Incidentally, I'm looking forward eagerly to hearing Monsieur Drenko play this evening, Lady Ashley.