Of the trade as art

“What's the blonde's name?” Sherlock Holmes asks the astonished customer, while Dr. Watson is stunned.

They both believe that it is a matter of enchantment or Jamaican witchcraft that the great violinist of Baker Street achieves: just by looking at a strand of blond hair on the unsuspecting shoulder and the remains of lipstick on the handkerchief squeezed in his hand, Holmes still without lighting his pipe, he already knows that the client is coming to see his lover with blonde hair.

Those who truly honor the craft of history know all that they learned and spread in the pages that Sir Arthur Conan D ...

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