Look here, Holmes, I'm sorry for what I did. You know I am. But you mustn't do this to me. Either you are dead, or you are not. Now, you haven't moved in almost a month. Your front half is all dry and crackly. Your back half, down amongst the flowers, seems to have gone to juice and rot. I am positive that mattress is ruined. Ruined! You are clearly dead! So stop all this breathing nonsense, won't you?