Call Out the Dance
Mar. 13th, 2010 04:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanAlfie allowed himself to be dismissed to the kitchen, still gnawing on the question of Holmes's actual whereabouts. I saw him off, and then carefully applied the note from France to the chimney of the table lamp.
Brown figures began to emerge on the paper, stick-figures done in lemon-juice, and I did not need to reach for my notebooks to remember the cipher of the dancing men. Carefully, I parsed out the message.
"My next letter from France will be a signal. Get Mary out of London. Your choice to stay or go. I will come if you stay. Holmes."
Brown figures began to emerge on the paper, stick-figures done in lemon-juice, and I did not need to reach for my notebooks to remember the cipher of the dancing men. Carefully, I parsed out the message.
"My next letter from France will be a signal. Get Mary out of London. Your choice to stay or go. I will come if you stay. Holmes."
