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Sherlock and John met before A Study In Pink but still at St. Bart's. Rated: Fiction . "You helped me pick up some books," Sherlock tells him. We cannot provide evidence that Sherlock Holmes ever visited Bohemia. But he Meet Me in Bohemia is further proof that the pessimists are wrong! A dozen. See more ideas about Sherlock fandom, Sherlock quotes and Benedict cumberbatch It makes me sad to think that John liked the idea of telling sherlock he isn.
Still, it was a bit depressing how these students especially - the ones who were meant to be intelligent, who were learning medicine and the fast, cold rules of science that Sherlock so admired - still managed to act like morons.
He swore, if he heard one more conversation about how drunk blah-de-blah had got at blah-blah's party, he was going to throw something valuable from somewhere high.
It was worse when it was near exam time. It was as if all the students had suddenly realised they should probably go to some lectures if they wanted to pass this year and had promptly come out of the woodwork in their droves. It was so distracting. Today was a prime example.
Sherlock had come to one of his favourite lectures, books in arms, to find the corridor outside the lecture hall was stuffed full of people, all chattering far too loudly for his taste.
He huddled against a wall and scowled at the world.
Someone bumped into his back, and said in a familiar voice, "Oops, sorry Sherlock! Stamford was a large, perpetually cheerful medical student, who everyone seemed to know and like.
He had a sort of amiable, affable nature that drew people to him constantly.Sherlock Holmes & John Watson First Time Meeting English Subtitle
Even Sherlock liked him, which was saying something. The crowd of students cheered raucously and Stamford, round face red but grinning, shouted, "You utter cocks! Sherlock gritted his teeth in annoyance and bent down to retrieve his books, but as he did so, a new voice behind him shouted, "Mike, you idiot!
The student was short, with dark blond hair, a slightly upturned nose and a straight line for a mouth, and he was dressed in a rather ratty knitted jumper.
When he handed Sherlock some of his books, Sherlock found himself transfixed by a pair of dark blue eyes. The stranger followed him. He was short, shorter than Sherlock by a head. Sherlock took it stiffly. He felt like a complete moron, but for some reason he was utterly tongue-tied in front of this completely ordinary, rather rumpled, student.
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Sherlock stood, silent, as the rest of the students filed into the lecture hall. I saw him at it with my own eyes. Heaven knows what the objects of his studies are. But here we are, and you must form your own impressions about him. It was familiar ground to me, and I needed no guiding as we ascended the bleak stone staircase and made our way down the long corridor with its vista of whitewashed wall and dun-coloured doors. Near the farther end a low arched passage branched away from it and led to the chemical laboratory.
This was a lofty chamber, lined and littered with countless bottles. Broad, low tables were scattered about, which bristled with retorts, test-tubes, and little Bunsen lamps, with their blue flickering flames. There was only one student in the room, who was bending over a distant table absorbed in his work.
At the sound of our steps he glanced round and sprang to his feet with a cry of pleasure. No doubt you see the significance of this discovery of mine?
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Come over here now! You perceive that the resulting mixture has the appearance of pure water. The proportion of blood cannot be more than one in a million.
I have no doubt, however, that we shall be able to obtain the characteristic reaction. In an instant the contents assumed a dull mahogany colour, and a brownish dust was precipitated to the bottom of the glass jar. The old guaiacum test was very clumsy and uncertain.
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So is the microscopic examination for blood corpuscles. The latter is valueless if the stains are a few hours old. Now, this appears to act as well whether the blood is old or new.
Had this test been invented, there are hundreds of men now walking the earth who would long ago have paid the penalty of their crimes.
A man is suspected of a crime months perhaps after it has been committed. His linen or clothes are examined and brownish stains discovered upon them. Are they blood stains, or mud stains, or rust stains, or fruit stains, or what are they? That is a question which has puzzled many an expert, and why? Because there was no reliable test. He would certainly have been hung had this test been in existence. I could name a score of cases in which it would have been decisive.
I generally have chemicals about, and occasionally do experiments. Would that annoy you? You must not think I am sulky when I do that.
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What have you to confess now? We left him working among his chemicals, and we walked together towards my hotel. I am much obliged to you for bringing us together.