Sherlock cocked an eyebrow at the intruder, a slight smile on his lips, adding in quiet undertones, “Here comes our other operative.” Mycroft motioned to his guard to allow the visitor in overalls to join them, all seated in the shadows behind the Cirque d’Hiver stage, inasmuch as anything in the...
Alexandra giggled, leaning over her own expertly executed embroidery to observe Mirabella’s failed attempt, having much in common with the appearance of chicken seed scattered in a barnyard. “I would think a country girl such as yourself would at least be able to sew.” “I have no accomplishments...