"This is utterly ridiculous, Mr. Holmes." Stated Miss Amelia Jenkins. She worked for the police, and had helped my friend Sherlock Holmes on several cases, particularly those in which a place needed to be entered in order to gain information, and would open its doors more willingly to a woman than a man. She now stood opposite Holmes in the middle of his rooms in Baker Street. "I have been holding some fairly important information from you. As a result I can barely concentrate on my work any more, for this particular issue dominates most of my thoughts at any one time. I have no doubt that you have already deduced said information from my demeanour, but I look to you for confirmation of that certainty?"
"I do believe I know what you mean. Correct me if I'm wrong, but…" Here my friend leaned towards Miss Jenkins and whispered something into her ear. She smiled and confirmed that he was correct. "In that case, I have been holding the same information from you. With much the same consequences, I must admit." Indeed, I had noticed that Holmes had, of late, been rather more distracted than usual.
"Is that so, Mr. Holmes?"
"It is so, Miss Jenkins."
"Well, Mr. Holmes, now it seems we can both remain fairly sane. I hope to see you again, perhaps soon. For now, however, I must say goodbye to you and your companion. Goodbye."
"And the same to you, Miss Jenkins." And with that, she left. I later questioned Holmes as to the nature of the exceedingly odd conversation I had witnessed, but he refused to answer. However, I had my suspicions. Perhaps Sherlock Holmes was more human than he was often credited with being.
