Holmes, all bone and angles, sprawled comfortably upon the couch, sipping his champagne.
"You know, Watson," he said, holding his glass up, "this is really quite excellent stuff. I do wish I knew which of our many admirers was so thoughtful as to send us a case."
"Why not use your powers of deduction?" suggested his companion, looking up from his own drink.
Holmes studied the glass, and finally nodded his head, as if he had confirmed some inner suspicion.
"Well?" asked Watson anxiously. "What have you concluded?"
"It's definitely champagne," Holmes announced. "Probably made from grapes, unless I miss my guess." Suddenly he sat up. "But enough of this. I suspect we are about to receive a visitor."
"Why should you think so?"
"It's eight o'clock," replied Holmes. "And when Mrs. Vamberry called earlier today, she said she would arrive at eight on the dot."
"Actually," said Watson, looking at his watch, "it's seventeen minutes to ten."
"Well," said Holmes, adjusting his watch as someone knocked on the door, "it had to be one or the other. Come in!" he added, raising his voice.
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