Souvenir of a Hiatus

[rabidsamfan]

At the last moment he hesitated, in spite of having warmed himself for months with the thought of Watson's astonishment. But there was neither sense nor logic in having hauled the battered tin box halfway 'round the world just to hide it away beneath the bed, or turn it over to the untender mercies of a pawnbroker.

For what would no doubt be the last time he ran a sensitive hand across the painted name, and wished that he had found the papers it had once held. There was nothing left inside but memories. Pray God they were good ones.