Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes stories are usually compiled together in publishing order, not chronologically, so sometimes Watson’s married and sometimes he’s only courting Mary (and sometimes her name isn’t even Mary, because Doyle’s stories are filled with continuity errors), but it’s kind of hard to tell sometimes, at least for me, where in the timeline the story is.
So in The Speckled Band, I didn’t immediately realize Watson was still living at 221B Baker St. with Holmes. The story opens with Holmes walking into Watson’s bedroom and waking him up at the crack of dawn, and for a few minutes all I could think was Mary just tapping her husband on the shoulder all, “John, dear, wake up, Sherlock broke into our bedroom again.”
Ravenclaw: “I know a man named Clarke, a dry fellow, in fact a man of business, but shrewd enough. You understand my meaning; not shrewd in the mere business sense of the word, but a man who really knows something about men and life.” –Arthur Machen (Villiers: The Great God Pan)
So it was, my dear Watson, that at two o'clock today I found myself in my old armchair in my own old room, and only wishing that I could have seen my old friend Watson in the other chair which he has so often adorned.
Sherlock Holmes, The Empty House by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle