Holmes helplessly adjusted his hat, feeling that his reputation had suffered unfairly, and it was utterly frustrating.
"Betty, the spider you're thinking of isn't the same as the one Holmes is talking about," Chen Ze rolled his eyes, wondering what Betty was thinking, to assume that Holmes wanted to engage in some cross-species play.
Could this be the earliest instance of gender not being an issue, age not being an issue, race also not being an issue?
"Eh? I'm sorry, sir, I apologize for the misunderstanding," Betty said, clearly embarrassed by the mix-up.
"It's quite all right, my dear lady, but if possible, could you bring me a beer?" Holmes smiled and shook his head; after all, she meant well, so he didn't particularly mind these things.
"It seems your companion was quite excited yesterday," Holmes glanced at Betty's neck and noticed something with his keen observation skills. Combined with his reasoning, the waiter must be...
