Baker Street

It's called Medium Rare.

And there's like 15 songs, and they even do Baker Street by him.

Oh, man.

You'll have Percy watching this all night.

Baker Street.

Not Bakersfield, but Jerry Rafferty.

Rafferty.

and most people don't know, and Wilkie knows this, Waylon recorded that song.

My marriage had drifted us away from each other.

My own complete happiness and the home-centered interests which rise up around the man who first finds himself master of his own establishment were sufficient to absorb all my attention, while Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature.

He was still, as ever, deeply attracted by the study of crime, and occupied his immense faculties and extraordinary powers of observation in following out those clues and clearing up those mysteries which had been abandoned as hopeless by the official police.

From time to time, I heard some vague account of his doings, of his summons to Odessa in the case of the Trepoff murder, of his clearing up of the singular tragedy of the Atkinson brothers at Trincomalee, and finally of the mission which he had accomplished so delicately and successfully for the reigning family of Holland.

Beyond these signs of his activity, however, which I merely shared with all readers of the daily press, I knew little of my former friend and companion.

One night, it was on the 20th of March, 1888, I was returning from a journey to a patient, for I had now returned to civil practice, when my way led me through Baker Street.

As I passed the well-remembered door, which must always be associated in my mind with my wooing and with the dark incidents of the study in scarlet, I was seized with a keen desire to see Holmes again, and to know how he was employing his extraordinary powers.

His rooms were brilliantly lit, and even as I looked up, I saw his tall, spare figure pass twice in a dark silhouette against the blind.

"'My friend here wants to take diggings, and as you were complaining that you could get no one to go halves with you, I thought I had better bring you together.' Sherlock Holmes seemed delighted at the idea of sharing his rooms with me.

"'I have my eye on a suite in Baker Street,' he said, "'which would suit us down to the ground.

"'You don't mind the smell of strong tobacco, I hope?' "'I always smoke ships myself,' I answered.'

Don't you wish everything was more rewarding? With Rakuten, almost everything is.

I'll wager he learns more about you than you about him.

Good-bye!' "'Good-bye,' I answered, and strolled on to my hotel, considerably interested in my new acquaintance." CHAPTER II.

THE SCIENCE OF DEDUCTION we met next day as he had arranged and inspected the rooms at number two twenty one b baker street of which he had spoken at our meeting they consisted of a couple of comfortable bedrooms and a single large airy sitting-room cheerfully furnished and illuminated by two broad windows so desirable in every way were the apartments and so moderate did the terms seem when divided between us that the bargain was concluded upon the spot and we at once entered into possession that very evening i moved my things round from the hotel and on the following morning sherlock holmes followed me with several boxes and portmanteau for a day or two we were busily employed in unpacking and laying out our property to the best advantage that done we gradually began to settle down and to accommodate ourselves to our new surroundings Holmes was certainly not a difficult man to live with.

He was quiet in his ways, and his habits were regular.