Chapter 7
A balding, enormously tall man slouched into the room, his hands stuffed in his pockets, a pronounced scowl on his grossly corpulent visage.
"Mr. Holmes," he growled, "With all due respect..." The man's strong, coarse voice suddenly cracked, and before any of the three could react, he crashed onto his knees, tears cascading down his cheeks. A seemingly inhuman howl followed the sudden outbreak, causing goosebumps to rise along the girl's arms.
Elizabeth sneaked a glance at her brother and the doctor, who were exchanging looks themselves. The doctor rose, and in a hushed whisper, proceeded to usher her out of the room.
"Miss.Holmes..." Watson smiled unnecessarily. "Please..."
She shook her head. She respected and liked the doctor, (due partly to the fact that he had given up his room the night before to provide her with a bed that was anything but Holmes' armchair) but the nagging, clawing curiosity at the back of her mind was not going to evaporate anytime soon. However, she instinctively knew that it was not time to give the doctor or her brother any trouble.
She would listen anyway, crouching in an extremely unladylike manner, ear pressed to the door.
