“I note Holme’s shallow, but rhythmic breathing. I thanked god for Richard Spruce’s The Hepaticae of the Amazon. The 27% solution of Yage most likely has saved my friend’s life.” As an errant bee flowed by the Doctor he remembered his secondary position, Apprentice Bee keeper. “Time to smoke you my lovelies,” said Watson donning his gloves and mask. He knew Holmes would be unresponsive for the better part of the day. No sooner than had he set the pots, a roar emerged from cottage window along with a disheveled Detective. “Watson we leave for Paris on the Hour.”