Going to Inspect

-Holmes' POV-

I waited for him outside the sitting room for seven minutes without hearing him stir. I finally gave up and went to hear Mr. Brown's story.

"My friend sends his apologies. He's exhausted," I said.

Thankfully the man gave me facts to think over to distract me. Watson hadn't felt warm, so he shouldn't have a fever… maybe he was just tired. It was best to let him rest. He was a doctor and a better judge than I of his needs. I would let him sleep, and check on him later.

"The thief keeps striking at my place, and I don't know why. He's come three nights so far—Friday, Tuesday, and yesterday. He's taken a few valuables and no clues to who he is, save this hair. It's too dark to be mine, and it wasn't left by a customer—I'd swept last night, and this morning found this." The man passed over a small packet with a piece of hair inside.

"We cannot be absolutely certain it is his—or hers," I said. "A broom can miss one hair."

"Mr. Holmes, I found five in one spot. I only brought one though."

"I would like to visit the shop. Is that alright? Very good, just let me check something before we go."

Once again I visited Watson's bedroom.