Call it Well-Earned

[rabidsamfan]

I made certain that the promised constables were stationed outside, both back and front of the house, before staggering off to bed. Between Holmes and the Army I had learned to accept that there were times when I must wait upon developments. Lacking orders, I had little choice but to rest and regroup. I did have some vague inclination to celebrate my continued freedom with Mary, but it did not survive the first touch of the pillow beneath my cheek.

When next I opened my eyes, sunlight was streaming in the window. Far below me someone was jangling the bell.