Young Sherlock Holmes: Knife Edge - Plot & Excerpts
As the carriage clattered along the winding cobbled streets, past shop fronts and taverns, past women in shawls and men in rough corduroy jackets and flat caps, Sherlock kept having to remind himself that he was home – well, nearly home – and not in some far-flung foreign port. Mycroft was silent for a while after his admission. He seemed to be avoiding Sherlock’s gaze, and instead stared out of the carriage window with a pensive expression on his face. ‘I must confess,’ he said eventually, ‘that I have not told you the entire story.’ ‘You surprise me,’ Sherlock murmured. He had already worked out that there was more to Mycroft’s presence in Galway than his brother had revealed. Mycroft glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. ‘What exactly do you mean?’ ‘You once told me that you rarely do anything for only the one reason. You consider it lazy and wasteful of time and of resources.’ Sherlock gazed at his brother, who was attempting to keep a fixed expression of supercilious amusement on his face and failing.
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