On January 6, 1854, a miracle was born. Indeed, it was I that was the miracle. I was born in London, England to parents who loved me dearly. I have one brother named Mycroft Holmes, and he is seven years older than I. We lived with my grandmother for most of our childhood and teen years. She had an amazing sister. Her name was Vernet, and she was a French artist. We all lived together in a small house right on the outskirts of London.
I didn’t gain my skills of deduction until I was an undergraduate. Some of my earliest cases came from students that attended my university. Deduction became my profession after meeting with one of my classmate's fathers. Later on, I met John Watson and worked together for a myriad of the years I had been a detective.…show more content… When Watson was injured by a bullet, my reaction surprised both of us in a lovely way. I realized that I cared about him more than anyone in the entire world. He is the one person that I care about anywhere near to as much as myself. One of my favorite cases I ever took was in the autumn of 1890. A man by the name Jabez Wilson came to me. I remember him easily by his stunningly red hair and his obsession with money. He told me that he had a job in the Red Headed League. The job paid him very well and had short working hours. His main job was to copy an encyclopedia by hand. He went into work one day, to find that the league had dissolved without his notice. My job was to find out what had happened to the Red Headed League, and I knew exactly where to begin.
I proceeded to smoke three pipes and drag Watson to a concert with me. I went to ask Spaulding for directions to the concert. On the knees of Spaulding’s pants, I saw just what I was hoping to see. The knees of the pants were very worn down. I pounded the ground outside of Wilson’s shop to see if the ground was hollow, and I saw the bank nearby. Seeing the bank lead me to the conclusion that the League was planning to rob the bank and had built an underground tunnel to the
