When I Approached Sherlock Holmes to Crack the Case of Succeeding on Medium
How did you do that, Mr. Holmes?
On a rainy day in London, I somehow huffed and puffed my way into 221 B Baker Street in London.
And there in a dimly lit room, next to a dying fireplace, sat the man known for his psychic-like deductions: Sherlock Holmes. John Watson, half sitting-half lying…