Call Him by Name

[rabidsamfan]

Holmes's sharp intake of breath was my fault, for in my sudden alarm my hands grew clumsy. Over my shoulder, the prosecutor, whose presence I had almost forgotten, gasped too, albeit for a different reason. But that small exhalation of air proved to me that Holmes's deductions as to the author of my difficulties were most certainly correct. I'd spent six months writing about the Birlstone Manor business and its fatal results, only to set the whole manuscript aside at Holmes's request when I decided to marry. But despite that discretion I'd still managed to fall afoul of Professor Moriarty.