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John H. Watson, M.D., late of the army medical department, was thrown from the pub amidst a flurry of arms and yells. "If'n yer famous Sherlock Holmes thinks so damned highly of ya, why don' ya go ask him for another pint, ya two-bit sawbones!" The bullyboy slammed the door shut after spitting in the doctor's direction. Watson could only stare at the pitted and stained wood in dumb silence; his raucous insults from only moments before abandoning him. After a moment, he managed to stand and stumbled drunkenly down the nearly-empty lane. The few people he passed either eyed him cautiously and gave him a wide berth or were every bit as far gon