Without a Clue1988

Greenhough:
We'll start at the beginning, shall we?

Dr. Watson:
It was about nine years ago. One of my patients was a Scotland Yard inspector investigating the Paxton murder case. I give him the name of the murderer, but gave credit to a, heh, nonexistent detective. At the time, I was hoping for an appointment to the staff of a rather conservative medical college; I... knew that they'd frown on my little, uh...

Greenhough:
Hobby...

Dr. Watson:
Exactly. Well, I didn't get the appointment. Instead, what I got was a quite unanticipated public demand to meet this "Sherlock Holmes."

Greenhough:
So you hired this Reginald Kincaid.

Dr. Watson:
He was an actor. Unfortunately, he was also a gambler, a womanizer, and a drunkard.

Greenhough:
John, you have jeopardized the integrity of English literature! Still, I should have known. He was always borrowing large sums of money off me and, uh, never paying me back.

Dr. Watson:
The cad!

Greenhough:
Oh, don't worry, we deducted it from your royalties.