 Madness at the very least. And a queer kind of madness at that. Really? Now, you wouldn't think there was anyone living in this day and age who must hate old Napoleon so much that he smashes to bits any image of him he can lay hands on. A hatred of Napoleon? That's a very curious obsession, sir. Hardly in my line, by the sound of it. Watson, I defer to you. Thank you. Yes, but the only thing is, of course... Well, what, Lestrade? You're still chewing, you know.