You're quite lucky, madam inspector. [ He gives a smokey snort. ]

I don't recall precisely how I earned her wrath, but she once wrote that I smacked my head upon a beam and fell down a set of cellar stairs. [ He seems to have forgotten this actually did happen, but maybe the cruelty lies in the fact that Iris didn't edit it out. ] Me! The hero and titular character! Her beloved Hurley! Reduced to nothing more than ... cheap physical comedy!

[ He sighs, exhaling his momentary anguish. ] She'll be delighted to write about all of this, though. Quite a departure from the standard Sholmes adventure.

[ He eyes the orc suspiciously. ] I do wonder what sort of dastardly crimes the fae denizens are capable of. Kidnapping and tooth theft are their bread and butter, if I had to wager a guess.