Meanwhile, having been shown a wonderful time by some of Mr. Holmes' friends in Stockholm and Uppsala, Mrs. Hudson feels that she must at least offer a no-bake tribute to Sweden. Herewith, a short photo essay on a few of the country's tangentially Sherlockian candies:
"It is quite a three-pipe problem..."
--The only problem is whether to choose original flavor or the local specialty, salty licorice.
"Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver. S.H."
--Sweden is a peaceful country, but open carry of licorice weapons is widely tolerated.
"It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess, I covet your skull."
--Did Dr. Mortimer join the Swedish Pathological Society thinking that they provided mail order licorice delivery?
"He held out his hand and displayed upon the centre of the palm a scintillating blue stone..."
--Okay, well this candy doesn't really look that much like blue carbuncles, and it's not even licorice. However, these little gems revel in the name "Bumlingar blåbär" which, if nothing else, is now definitely going to be the name of Mrs. Hudson's next cat.
