The family of Monsieur Oscar Meunier (the sculptor) was shocked when he insisted on being moved in the last days of his illness from his life-long home of Grenoble to London. It was because he wanted to die in proximity to Holmes's well-polished coffee pot, which he haunts. He emerges, when Holmes's back is turned or when he's ogling at Watson in the reflection, and makes grotesque figures out of the butter and in the top of the jam and any other condiment within his grasp. All because Holmes allowed one of his masterpieces (the wax bust) to be shot to pieces! (and by a gun constructed by a German! Mon Dieu!)