WATSON (sounding apprehensive]: hello? I do not mean to intrude, the wind pushed one's front door open and I did not want any of the wrong sort coming into harm here. Not that that creates a good image for one like myself...

WATSON NARRATION: Just when I ought to believe that London might actually have the seven circles of Hell sewn into it and I might just so happen to fall into the sixth of them. An Angel seemed to pick me up off the floor and point me in the direction of the better side. Now, I am not typically a man of such a heinous belief, yet it seems that God is always triumphant in situations when thou needs help the most.