Hudson is awakened. We'll hear no end of her complaints if she is." I took up a lantern as I headed down the staircase and had not yet reached the bottom when the caller slammed the heavy knocker on our door louder than cannonfire. I winced as Mrs. Hudson charged toward her door shouting, "What kind of ruffian calls on someone in the middle of the night?" through the walls. She threw her door open and I smiled sheepishly. "Good evening, Mrs. Hudson. I apologize for the noise. I was trying to get the door open before you were disturbed." Mrs. Hudson was still tying her robe around her waist as she looked up at me, not bothering to cover up the plunging neckline that revealed her heaving bosom. A handsome woman not yet in her sixtieth year, her hair was dark and grey as it hanged loose about her shoulders. It was the first time I hadn't seen it pinned up in a tight bun. "I suppose this is normal for the likes of you and Mr. Holmes," she sniffed. "But I run a respectable home and must demand the same from anyone who stays here." I caught myself lingering over her surprisingly ample cleavage and snapped myself out of it in time to say, "Of course, Mrs.
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