Both of them carried the distinct smell of river water, clearly indicating they had disembarked from a boat on the Temm River not long ago.
John Watson, the [Doctor], having just ordered a large amount of high-calorie food, was wolfing it down while complaining to [Sheriff] Sherlock,
"Dear Mr. Sherlock, can you please refrain from playing deduction games in public in the future?
Especially when everyone on a boat is a murderer, and you're not even in your own jurisdiction, lacking the law's authority!
My Creator! The murder on the luxury yacht 'Eastern Express' on the Temm River... every passenger and crew member was a conspiring murderer.
When you, the intruding sheriff, exposed them, they were immediately ready to silence us by adding two more names to the autopsy list.
Although I am a doctor, I never imagined myself lying on an autopsy table. That feeling was utterly terrible.
If we hadn't run into the City Guards' patrol boat, we wouldn't have made it back.
