“Tell me, Doctor,” I began slyly, leaning ever so slightly into the nervous man, “what could you tell me about your good friend and companion?”

Watson, who began to sweat, stuttered, “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh come now Doctor,” I replied coyly. “I know you can be a bit slow with invisible details, but surely this is not beyond your grasp of comprehention.”

“I won’t say a word!”

I leaned back. “I can be extremely persuasive when I need to be. I assure you, sir, you do not want to arouse that side of my personality. One way or another I will find out. Whether or not you decide to cooperate will determine which method I decide to employ.”

He began to tremble; I knew I had him cornered.

“Come now Doctor, you can tell me. I promise it won’t hurt a bit.”