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rabidsamfan) wrote2010-02-21 12:09 am
rabidsamfan) wrote2010-02-21 12:09 am
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Having determined to wait upon events, I set my jaw and waited. At Mary's insistence, the bulk of Holmes's money was sewn into my coat, though I made certain a healthy plenty was bestowed in the lining of hers as well. But days turned into weeks without any news, until the day that my new boy-in-buttons burst into my consulting room. "Doctor! Doctor!" he cried excitedly.
"What is it, Alfie?" I asked, setting aside my notes and closing the inkwell as a precaution.
"It's this." He thrust a postcard with a picture of pyramids into my hands. "It's from Wiggins."
"What is it, Alfie?" I asked, setting aside my notes and closing the inkwell as a precaution.
"It's this." He thrust a postcard with a picture of pyramids into my hands. "It's from Wiggins."