An extract from an early Sherlock Holmes story, which was later revised by Conan-Doyle.
Holmes examined the body. “What d’you think, Watson, you’re the doctor?”
“He was asphyxiated, but these red marks around his chest and waist and over his shoulders–I don’t know what to make of them. But I don’t believe in this ancient family curse.”
“It’s elementary, Watson.” He walked to a tallboy and rootled about in a drawer, “Ah-ha, the murder weapon.”
“Weapon? Surely there is no weapon, Holmes?”
“You have no lingering, or should that be lingerie doubts?”
“What d’you mean, Holmes?”
He extracted a piece of clothing all satin and lace, “Behold, Watson, The Basque of the Hundervilles.”