Next Shakespeare and Gimili the Dwarf walk into the bar, but before they can order the bartender throws them both out.
Watson muses out loud, "Why did he do that?"
Sherlock replies: "Elementary my dear Watson. The tall one – he’s Bard; the short one – they don't serve miners.
Several hours, and pints, later, a Ring Wraith walks into the bar.
Watson cozies up close, and with slurred speech asks: "What's a Naz Gul like you doin in a place like this?
-- For this I read: The Gloria Scott and The Musgrave Ritual
-- For this I read: The Two Gentlemen of Verona