I was walking down a street, when I noticed a man lying on the ground. I didn't think to much of it until I saw foam in his mouth. Then, I quickly began to think that he was dead. And, there was a note on it. The note was addressed to a Mr. Sherlock. Hmm.
I looked up as a man began walking toward me.
"Do you know a Mr. Sherlock?"
"Why yes I do sir."
"Oh, where is he?"
"He is right here."
I stood for a moment, comprehending this statement.
"Are you Mr. Sherlock?"
"Aye, yes I am."
"Oh, this note's for you. I found it on the body."
"You must never touch the body!"
"What's your name sir?"
"Uh, me? I'm Stanford."
"I see Stanford, nice to meet you."
Then, something comes to mind.
"Don't I know you from somewhere?"
"Yes, if I do recall you introduced me to my good friend and partner James Watson."
"Oh, yes, right. Well, the man is foaming at the mouth."
"Yes, I can see that. And what might you deduce from that Stanford?"
"That he had a seizure."
"No, you fool! Seizures have different indications on the head and neck. He was poisioned."