Nothing happens except Mr. Holland's speechifying, and Sherlock Holmes posings. The nearest approach to an occurrence is the scorching of a dinner coat by the valet with the pressing iron.
The plot is unconvincing in the extreme owing to errors in structure and handling. Devore Parmoer, as the valet, played with goof judgement in his small part, but Mr. Holland exaggerates the pose of the astute sleuth beyond all necessity.
Variety 3:2 (03/09/1907)