I'd sent my last telegram. All the cogs and gears of what I'd built were now in place, ready to turn, ready to set the effects of a life's work into motion. The clerk at the telegraph office was smiling congenially at me.
"Will that be all, Mr. Holmes?"
My grasp lingered on the edge of the blue folder, just for a moment.
"Yes," I said.
My grip loosened.
The paper board slid between my fingertips.
The clerk turned to place the folder in pigeon hole M.
"Quite. Thank you."
As quickly as that, I was a dead man.
a/n: My first crack at drabble writing – and I managed to hit precisely 99 words. Count 'em. Feel free to post a review with your congratulations :D