Flagrant drug use, Orientalist patronage, hand-rolling cigarettes. It’s early 20th Century satire at its best. Loves it! Must download this to the Kindle later.
Holmes was sitting, or, rather, sprawling in a Morris chair, wrapped in his old lavender dressing-gown, and was wearing the red Turkish slippers King George had given him for Christmas a few months before. He had his little old bottle of cocaine on the table beside him, and his dope-needle, which…