Call it Intrigue

"The time has come..." The first words of Holmes's note were done with a different pen nib than the rest, as if he'd meant them to stand out, but I scarcely required that clue. I skimmed the rest of the message impatiently. His case was concluded, he was coming home to Baker Street, he did not know when he would find time to call upon me and Mary, but trusted that we were well. No sign of the dancing men, but traces of steam upon the wafer, as if someone else had perused these same words.

The game was afoot.

Call it Intrigue

"The time has come..." The first words of Holmes's note were done with a different pen nib than the rest, as if he'd meant them to stand out, but I scarcely required that clue. I skimmed the rest of the message impatiently. His case was concluded, he was coming home to Baker Street, he did not know when he would find time to call upon me and Mary, but trusted that we were well. No sign of the dancing men, but traces of steam upon the wafer, as if someone else had perused these same words.

The game was afoot.

Warning Call

Paddington Station was crowded and noisy, the train to Cardiff packed with small, dark haired folk all chattering amongst themselves in the musical language of their destination. Alfie clung to his grandmother's hand, craning his neck in every direction.

"Are you sure you'll be all right, doctor?" he asked me somberly. "All alone like this? Are you sure?"

"I'll be fine," I told him, although my own hand did not want to leave go of Mary's.

"It's just..." He bit his lip. "It feels like a mistake. We're running away. And if we go, things won't ever be the same."

Warning Call

Paddington Station was crowded and noisy, the train to Cardiff packed with small, dark haired folk all chattering amongst themselves in the musical language of their destination. Alfie clung to his grandmother's hand, craning his neck in every direction.

"Are you sure you'll be all right, doctor?" he asked me somberly. "All alone like this? Are you sure?"

"I'll be fine," I told him, although my own hand did not want to leave go of Mary's.

"It's just..." He bit his lip. "It feels like a mistake. We're running away. And if we go, things won't ever be the same."