Errands

[rabidsamfan]

Once Watson's fever had finally broken and he began to rally, I went down to Scotland Yard to clear up the remaining details of the Friesland matter with Lestrade. From there I travelled to Barts, in search of some youngster among the newly-minted physicians who might be willing to spend the weeks of Watson's convalescence in Kensington. Much to my surprise I saw the family nose stuck into a copy of the Lancet, back in one of the corners of the library. That necessitated a visit to the Diogenes, to pry three years worth of news out of my brother.