Holmes was glad when the damned messenger finally left. He collapsed in his chair and rubbed his temples. His head ached. To his annoyance he heard the door open and turned to see Mrs. Hudson with a tea tray.
"Where's the Doctor?" She asked, looking confused.
"Doctor? You mean Watson?" He asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Yes, he came up not ten minutes ago."
Holmes suddenly got a sick feeling. "He never came in." He said. If Watson had overheard the discussion he wouldn't understand.
He ignored Mrs. Hudson's questions as he flew quickly down the stairs and called a cab.
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