Watching The Hounds of Baskerville got me thinking. About the nature of fear; about what we fear, and what we respect.
I was a little sad that instead of a basis in legend and myth, with the wishthounds and the ghostly, rakish ancestors, the mystery was centered around a secret government lab. But of course it is. If ghosts and spriggans were what the 19th Century Dartmoor residents feared, and the ancestral name of Baskerville what they respected, then what do modern citizens simultaneously fear and respect? The government. The military. What the government’s military is doing, or may do.
It’s actually really quite brilliant. But the writers of Sherlock probably already knew that.