Relaxing after taking Moriarty into custody, Inspector Lestrade takes Holmes and Watson to a fancy restaurant.
After a very nice meal of Whitstable oysters, sole tout Paris and overripe pheasant, Watson - knowing that a simple policeman wouldn't be able to afford the bill - offers to pay at least for his and Holmes' part. But Lestrade wouldn't hear of it.
"Put your money away, Doctor," he said. "This one's on Scotland Yard."
"At least let me pay for the Beaujolais," insisted Watson.
Holmes smiled at his colleague's social naïveté. "No need to do that, Watson," he said.
"Whyever not?" asked Watson, looking a little insulted.
Holmes smiled again.
"Complimentary, my dear Watson."
After a very nice meal of Whitstable oysters, sole tout Paris and overripe pheasant, Watson - knowing that a simple policeman wouldn't be able to afford the bill - offers to pay at least for his and Holmes' part. But Lestrade wouldn't hear of it.
"Put your money away, Doctor," he said. "This one's on Scotland Yard."
"At least let me pay for the Beaujolais," insisted Watson.
Holmes smiled at his colleague's social naïveté. "No need to do that, Watson," he said.
"Whyever not?" asked Watson, looking a little insulted.
Holmes smiled again.
"Complimentary, my dear Watson."
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'