Call for a Servant

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I returned from my rounds to find Holmes freshly shaved beneath the oxygen mask, dozing in an expanse of fresh linen. All of the medical clutter of the past few days had been organized onto a single table, and even the oxygen machine glowed with polish. It must be confessed that for a moment I felt quite superfluous.

Mycroft's emissary stepped forward. "He's been waiting for you, doctor," Martin Bunter said, collecting my hat and medical bag before effacing himself.

"Of course I have!" grumbled Holmes, without opening his eyes. "Go away, Bunter, and bother my brother instead of me."