As Evelina Rivera looked through the newspaper, she saw an flat for rent. It said, "Contact John Watson if interested. Address is 221B Baker Street." Evelina smiled. This place would do nicely for her new life.
A few weeks later, Evelina had settled into life living with John and his colleague, Sherlock Holmes. Evelina thought that there was something rather odd about Sherlock, but she would never tell him about it. As Evelina walked into the living room, she noticed a man sitting in a couch, looking rather distraught. Adeline asked, "Are you okay, sir?" The man shook his head. "My name is Henry Knight. A few years ago, I was out on the moors of Devonshire with my father. I was just a boy when I saw my father get killed by..." Sherlock interrupted. "By what, Mr Knight?" Henry sighed. "I can't say, exactly. It still scares me. But, a few days, ago, I was out by Dewer's Hollow, when I saw footprints." Sherlock frowned. "The footprints of a man or woman?" Henry's eyes flashed. "Neither. Mr Holmes, they were the footprints of a gigantic hound!" Evelina gasped in horror. John just barely looked up. Sherlock said, "Say what you just said again." Henry repeated himself. Sherlock's eyes sparkled with happiness. "Oh, God. Here we go again," said John. Evelina looked rather confused. Sherlock smiled. "My friends. The game is on!" Evelina grabbed her bags and raced outside. John sighed. "Great job, Sherlock. Now you've got Evelina excited, too." Evelina glanced back. "If you don't mind, Mr Watson, I used to be a detective. So next time, show a little more respect, please and thank you."