I feel a bit guilty now about having tormented you with mine... Oh, please don't! Yours are pretty easy for me to get, I presume because you signal them loud and clear, and land them pretty hard. Maybe you're also doing some subtler ones that I'm missing entirely, but from my perspective, you handle your puns like an adult helping a little kid step onto the escalator: you don't give me much opportunity to fail. It's a nice change.

Bunburying: Hee, I put the play on hold at the library to investigate my ownself, but you were much faster. :-)

Are you thinking of The Man With The Twisted Lip...? SILVER BLAZE. IT WAS SILVER BLAZE. Jonathon Straker's alternate life as Derbyshire. (Sorry, that's been bugging me for weeks. I even wrote a sixty about his two wives, and I still couldn't quite put my finger on it.)