“Bert!” Actually he heard his name hanging in the air for a moment after it was yelled. In kind of a delayed reaction, Bert took in the order after it was issued. Oh. Damn. They’d made the connection. The feds wanted to talk with him. &n...
“Dr. John Watson, M.D.” I spoke the name aloud to assure myself I was seeing it rightly, for I could not believe that this, of all persons, should be the very first client to enter the newly opened – January, 1889 – office of London’s – and, indeed, the world’s – only Scientific Perditorian. Dr. ...
Yet, I must admit, one of my numerous feelings ran clearly and triumphantly in the fore: sheerest glee. How the mighty had fallen. The match-flame had travelled down the stick until it burned Sherlock’s fingers. Dropping his light, he said something unrepeatable, and from the darkness above his h...
Peck the blacksmith was saying to Topher. I had just walked into the stable, but somehow I knew right away he was talking about Chav and Baval and Chavali. “Thieving Gypsies. They can call themselves what they like, I know a Gypsy when I see one.” He sounded angry. His big arms bulged with muscle...