Tom is pretty hardcore.
Anyone who throws a sai and keeps a dagger in hand clearly doesn’t have much common sense, but the crazy guy is fond of that dagger. He’s also a nasty piece of work, but I suspect that was obvious.
I think it’s important that Tom has found an ally, at least for now. This week he’s been subjected to far too much trauma for one person.
I’ve been reading a lot of Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes mysteries of late. I think I’m addicted.
I’m hopeless at figuring out who the culprit was, but then Sherlock Holmes stories aren’t really that kind of mystery, anyway. And I did manage to work out three of them correctly: The Hound of the Baskervilles, The Empty House and The Norwood Builder. Also, I guessed which organisation was responsible for The Five Orange Pips long before Holmes (an evil organisation from the southern United States with the initials K.K.K. Hmm, I wonder who that could be…), although I think I had the advantage of historical hindsight.
I really admire mystery authors. I think there’s a specific type of intelligence that’s required to write a good mystery story. You need to not only plan everything out beforehand, but also provide enough clues that the reader can work it out, and present them in such a way that it won’t be too obvious.
I was also glad to note that the original Dr. Watson is a lot cooler and more believable than the bumbling incompetant that is so often depicted in popular culture. I’m guessing that image is the result of derivative authors failing to make Holmes sufficiently smart, and compromising by making Watson stupid. Poor Watson.