Oh, his mind palace. It’s a memory technique– a sort of mental map. You plot a map with a location –it doesn’t have to be a real place– and then you deposit memories there. Theoretically, you can never forget anything; all you have to do is find your way back to it.
You look sad... When you think he can't see you.
I think I’ll surprise John. Go over to Baker Street. Who knows? Jump out of a cake!
He liked playing Cluedo. So did I. Before I played it with him. He actually deduced that the victim had done it.
He deduced that the victim had faked his own death.
I said at the time that it wasn’t very likely. In fact, I think I said it was impossible. And he told me that it might be improbable but nothing’s impossible.
I wish I still believed that."
You’ll be fine in the morning. Just sleep.
From the BBC’s Christmas Specials’ trailer (POSSIBLE #SPOILERS ?)
Sherlock: And I assume this Adler woman has some compromising photographs.
Equerry: You’re very quick, Mr. Holmes.
Sherlock: Hardly a difficult deduction. Photographs of whom?
Equerry: A person of significance to my employer. We’d prefer not to say any more at this time.
John: You can’t tell us anything?
Right then. So, what have we got?
Mrs Hudson: Look at you, all happy. It’s not decent.
Sherlock: Who cares about decent?
I like detective stories– and detectives. Brainy’s the new sexy.