Reading from Afar

Another copy of the Strand – another overly romantic story from Watson's hand to remind me of all that I miss so much about London. If it were only safe to write to him I'd offer a critique. God knows we had the argument often enough over the stories he wrote before my "death". And still he hides himself behind the mask of incredulous dullard, transforming conversations between us into tirades from an irascible tutor aimed at a perpetually incompetent student. It fools our foes; they have to underestimate one of us, he'd tell me, if he could.

I certainly did.

Reading from Afar

Another copy of the Strand – another overly romantic story from Watson's hand to remind me of all that I miss so much about London. If it were only safe to write to him I'd offer a critique. God knows we had the argument often enough over the stories he wrote before my "death". And still he hides himself behind the mask of incredulous dullard, transforming conversations between us into tirades from an irascible tutor aimed at a perpetually incompetent student. It fools our foes; they have to underestimate one of us, he'd tell me, if he could.

I certainly did.