this pastiche from 1895 is indistinguishable from any hiatus brain crackfic you’d find on AO3 today
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“Watson, am I not a man of resources?”
I nodded.
“Well, you remember that I wore a cloak when last you saw me?”
“Yes, yes; but–”
“Now, don’t interrupt. I had expected that meeting with the Professor. I had a portable parachute under that cloak. After we fell over the cliff in our struggle, we let go our holds, and I opened the parachute and drifted down.”
“And the Professor was dashed to death?” I asked, eagerly.
“No;” Holmes flicked the ash from his cigar; “the Professor is also a man of resources. He had a parachute, too.”
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