"And the currency, Watson, the currency!" Holmes exclaimed. "Consider the sheer mathematic implausibility of it! Twenty-nine Knuts to the Sickle, seventeen Sickles to the Galleon, four hundred and ninety-two Knuts --"
"Ninety-three," I unwisely corrected him.
Holmes shot me a glare. "Precisely," he snapped. "The whole arrangement is unsound. It is practically guaranteed to cause confusion. Little wonder that it breeds such Arithmancy experts as Moriarty himself. I believe he excelled in the subject! It would be better to adopt some more practical currency. Indeed, one could almost prefer some Continental atrocity such as decimalisation to this state of confusion . . ."
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