Holmes wasn’t in the room when I got back. Neither Rose nor Violet knew where he had gone, only that he had left a few minutes after I did and hadn’t returned. “Darn,” I said, snapping my fingers. “I have news for him.” Violet straightened a small pile she had torn out of the local newspapers. “I hate feeling useless,” she said. “I wish Mr. Holmes had given me something to do.” “You seem to be keeping busy on your own. What are all the paper bits about?” “Everything I can find about the Croydons and the Spiritualists. I didn’t realize the Spiritualists actually had churches.” “That’s just what they call their meeting places,” Rose said. “I held my gatherings in my living room. The Baptists and the Methodists really hate the Spiritualists because they think they’re stealing their members.” “Good to know,”
