Standing with the door of 221 B Baker Street half open.
Wrong
He would never come back to 221 B Bakers Street at first. Too many people would notice a tall skinny curled haired man in a long black trench coat there. All the wrong people. He would have to find another place, Where? And How?
How to contact John. He knew people would be listening on the phone. That was one reason he waited three years.
Idea! He would get his brother to send on the message he owed him anyway. And he would be happy to get him out of his hair. For good. Now on to where.
Some place safe, for both of them.
Idea! The roof top. Yes it is out in the open but no one will think of it. Too stupid to think of it. He would meet John there and everything would be well again.
Now to write the letter that his brother would hand deliver to John before the meeting on the roof. Sealed with red wax with the family stamp. He knew John would see and understand then come.
He would come.
He must come
He has to come
He will come
John Watson will come