Though my astonishing friend had given me reason to anticipate his remarkable deductions over the years, again I could only think this was absurd.
I looked over the empty glass - a tot of spirits in there bigod! Well beauty seems to have blinded me again * her sins were now indisputably on show. I sniffed the glass and caught unexpectedly the vile taste of molasses that meant rum had be taken. To think I imagined her a lady.
I turned my attention to the start of the letter which was in a foreign tongue.
”'To my esteemed and former companions of my fellowship' is an accurate translation I believe Watson.”