You are doomed if you marry a private detective; she will make your life a living hell

It would be exhilarating to watch the great Sherlock Holmes in action. To stand there, a fly on the wall, as he stalks the room; scanning, observing, pulling clues out of thin air and to hear him explain his conclusions to the stunned audience.

It would be less exhilarating, I imagine, if you were watching, not the great Sherlock Holmes in action, but the heavyset, sharp-eyed demon with whom you once stood in front of God and man to make ill-advised declarations. She was not a demon back then. She was not a detective either.