There is a last refuge for the desperate, the unloved, the persecuted. There is a final court of appeal for everyone. When life gets too strange, too impossible, too frightening, there is always one last hope. When all last fails, there are two men sitting arguing in a scruffy flat like they’ve always been there, and they always will. THE best and wisest men I have ever known. My Baker Street boys. Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson.