"Sorry, Ma'm,"
"Won't happen again,"
"We were just leaving…"
We all made our hasty apologies and fairly fled down the steps away from a scowling Mrs. Hudson. But we were not to escape without at least a taste of her wrath.
"Mr. Holmes!" she cried, making my companion wince and turn around slowly. "You are never to play any form of ball in my house again! Do you understand me?"
Holmes nodded meekly. "Yes, Mrs. Hudson."
"Good," she gave us all a stern look. "Now don't come back until I've swept up the mess you made. Really, a group of gentlemen such as yourselves acting like nothing more than boys…" she trailed off, closing the door firmly.
Holmes's subdued face turned into an impish smile as he turned to address us. "Shall we continue our little game of dodge ball elsewhere? I fancy our dart and weave maneuvers were coming along swimmingly."
