to gallant ladies to the play

‘ […] He was a lovely man but, when I told him I wanted to continue swinging, he freaked out and called me a slag.’

“Your kid isn't nuts.” “Ever had one of his broccoli-and-asparagus omelets? Kid eats another vegetable, I'm going to ram a carrot down his throat until he gags.” “Most parents would kill for a kid like yours. Come on, admit it. This kid was sicko.”

But some Sherlockians have made a sport out of searching for the “real” 221B, parsing clues in the texts with the diligence of Holmes himself.