Doctor's books...

The last thing out of the mother-in-law's old house - the new owners move in on Monday - is a set of big leather-bound medical encyclopaedia which I'd been jokingly referring to as Dr Frankenstein's medical books. Having got 'em now, I find they're filled with the best advice that 1906 could offer, and also include such surprisingly non-medical chapters as photographic plates on "bed gymnastics" (not as exciting as they sound) and jiu-jitsu joint locks... So these are definitely Dr *Watson's* books, rather than Dr Frankenstein's...

I guarantee Conan-Doyle had a set of these, since they're from Edinburgh in 1906... Not a bad acquisition for a person writing some Sherlock Holmes.