"So was I." He sighs. "My name, sir, is Dr. John H. Watson, and while I have encountered a handful of people who have heard of the books I have written about my friend and companion Sherlock Holmes, your Mr. Dankovsky insists my books were written by some man named Doyle, I think it was." Watson's expression grows grim. He's also feeling something like a tattling schoolboy, which is also not pleasant. "If this is true from your perspective as well, I beg of you that we do not fight over it. I haven't the will."