The Last Will and Testament of Sherlock Holmes
This is the last will and testament of me [Sherlock Holmes]
I give and bequeath unto
my devoted friend and associate, Dr. John H. Watson, often tried, sometimes trying, but never found wanting in loyalty; my well-intentioned though unvailing mentor against blandishments of of vice, my indispensable foil and whetstone; the perfect sop to my wounded vanity and too tactful to whisper "Vanbury" in my ear when necessary; the ideal listener and the audience par excellence for those little tricks which others more discerning might well have deemed meretricious; the faithful Boswell to whose literary efforts-despite my occasional unkindly gibes-I owe whatever little fame I have enjoyed; in short, to the one true friend I have ever had, the sum of L5,000; also the choice of of any books in my personal library (with such reservations as are mentioned below), including my commonplace books and the complete file of my cases, published and unpublished, with the sole exception of the papers in pigeonhole "M," contained in a blue envelope and marked "Moriarty" which the proper authorities will take over in the event my demise should make it impossible for me to hand them over in person.
-To George Lestrade, of Scotland Yard, my gilt-edged German dictionary, in the hope he will find it useful should he again see the hand writing of Miss Rachel on the wall.
-To Tobias Gregson, ditto, my leatherbound Hafiz, the study of whose poetry may supply a dash of that imagination so necessary to the ideal reasoner.
-To the authorities of Scotland Yard, one copy of each of my trifling monographs on crime detection, u less happily they shall feel they have outgrown the need for the elementary suggestions of amateur detective.
-To my good brother, Mycroft Holmes, the remainder and residue of my estate, which he will be agreeably surprised to find, ever after the foregoing bequests, to be not inconsiderable, and which will enable him, I hope, to take a much needed holiday from governmental cares to surroundings more congenial than those of the Diogenes Club; in the expectation that he will remain celibrate for the rest of his natural life-and unnatural too, for that matter.
[Sherlock Holmes]
The Original Sherlock Holmes Stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle