Signora Violetti

Yes, my boy.

And that particular melody has very potent memories for me.

Here, I'll turn the thing off.

You haven't come here to listen to a most dark drama.

You want a story, don't you, young fool of a lad?

Well, let's sit down.

All right.

That's better.

Now I'll tell you what.

Thank you, Doctor.

It began in Vienna in 1889, many, many years before the insane house painter named Schickelgruber had converted that gay city into a place of fear and oppression.

Mr. Foreman, in those early days of our association, we didn't have the time or the money for just taking trips.

No, no, no.

We were in Vienna because Holmes had been engaged in certain highly important investigations.

We were staying in a charming little pension inhabited by students and musicians.

And on the night the story began, we'd finished dinner and had returned to our room.

I was busy making some notes on the investigation we'd just concluded.

And Holmes was scraping away at his beloved violin.

Oh, it sounds very pretty to me.

Oh, take it easy, Holmes.