You're busted.A breakaway sect of Buddhist warrior monks infiltrated by a blonde drug smuggler that never really happened. A blonde drug smuggler who was exposed by an abbot with unusual powers of observation and deduction. A blonde woman hiding amongst bald monks that wouldn't exactly take sherlock Holmes absolutely dead. He's dead. I'm sorry, I wish he wasn't, but he really is dead and gone. Well, how do you explain this sighting number two incident at new Delhi? You haven't been tightening these after that.

It was simply a matter of tracking down the killer, which I did by working out the depth to which the chocolate flake had sunk into the victim Ice cream con.My friend, will you not take any of the credit? This was all down to you, clever man. Inspector prash oh, what police inspector could have made that deduction? I like you. You remember how sherlock never took the credit when he solved all of your cases. You didn't dissolve all of my cases.He's out there, he's hiding.

And he can't stop himself from getting involved. So obviously him, if you know how to spot the army Klein brothers, the tower house thing, the kensington rip. I solved all those myself.

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