Call to Battle

"Watson, look out!"

Holmes's warning meant that I could brace myself for the impact of Merridew's furious attempt to knock me from my feet. I could not risk falling, not with Holmes still leaning upon my arm, and the boys nearest us were too small to support us both.

Nor did I wish Holmes to become involved in a fracas, although the color was high in his cheeks, and his hands were curled into fists. He and Merridew were of a height, and the one as damaged as the other, but I could not allow it.

"This is my fight."

Call to Battle

"Watson, look out!"

Holmes's warning meant that I could brace myself for the impact of Merridew's furious attempt to knock me from my feet. I could not risk falling, not with Holmes still leaning upon my arm, and the boys nearest us were too small to support us both.

Nor did I wish Holmes to become involved in a fracas, although the color was high in his cheeks, and his hands were curled into fists. He and Merridew were of a height, and the one as damaged as the other, but I could not allow it.

"This is my fight."

So...

I'm on vacation. Been sleeping in. Staying up late.

So, of course it's the morning after I couldn't get to sleep until four that they decide to celebrate seven a.m. with jackhammers.



feh...

So...

I'm on vacation. Been sleeping in. Staying up late.

So, of course it's the morning after I couldn't get to sleep until four that they decide to celebrate seven a.m. with jackhammers.



feh...

Call in the Ladies

"No, at this point, I believe it is mine," said Mary, quite clearly, to the unmistakable accompaniment of the hammer of a gun being pulled back into the ready position.

Merridew suddenly went quite still. He was not so lost to common sense as to attempt to turn his anger on Mary, not with the business end of my service revolver so very near his ear.

Mrs. Hudson tugged the nearest constable forward. "See that that scoundrel stays in his seat, until we're done. I'm sure Mrs. Watson would prefer to get the doctor home in time for his tea."

Call in the Ladies

"No, at this point, I believe it is mine," said Mary, quite clearly, to the unmistakable accompaniment of the hammer of a gun being pulled back into the ready position.

Merridew suddenly went quite still. He was not so lost to common sense as to attempt to turn his anger on Mary, not with the business end of my service revolver so very near his ear.

Mrs. Hudson tugged the nearest constable forward. "See that that scoundrel stays in his seat, until we're done. I'm sure Mrs. Watson would prefer to get the doctor home in time for his tea."