The second installment from the Railex Filing Folk Tales, featuring the exploits of some more familiar characters!
Holmes cocked his head in his customary quizzical manner. Smoke billowed across the room as he lit up his thirtieth pipe of the day. Watson recognised the look: Holmes was thinking.
“What’s the problem Holmes?” enquired Watson, staring over his copy of the Times.
“That case with the hound, something still bothers me. Where did we file the casework for the whole ghastly incident?”
Watson looked concerned; “It should have been filed in the usual manner” he said gruffly, looking towards the haphazard selection of files, curious objects and paraphernalia. He tried – and failed – to hide his look of disapproval as he observed Holmes’ filing ‘system’. Holmes raised himself from his chair, approaching the aforementioned jumble with an air of determination. “Mrs Hudson!” he yelled, “why are my files in such disarray!?”
“Really Holmes” snapped Watson, “you can’t keep blaming that poor, long-suffering woman for what you really should be able to take care of yourself. Why does such a keen mind surround himself with such chaos?” As luck would have it, Mrs. Hudson then entered carrying a new set of sturdy files.
“Here” she said, presenting them to Holmes “I knew you would need this mess sorting out sooner or later, I got these from the Railex Filing stores. They are – in fact – the filing specialists, just who you need to solve your kind of a problem.” Holmes looked surprisingly sheepish for a man with such a usual demeanour of arrogance.
“You see” laughed Watson “quality filing really is quite elementary, my dear Holmes!”
