Holmes was, quite possibly, the most miserable that Lestrade had ever seen him. Even at their worst, Holmes always drew hope from Watson's steadfast caring and concern, even if Holmes didn't like his nagging. Now Watson had been taken out of the equation.
"I sent letters, do you think he got them?" Holmes asked.
"Mary may have kept them."
Holmes frowned deepened. Lestrade sighed. "Give me one, I can get Mary out of the room and give it to Watson."
Lestrade was shocked at the sudden change of energy when Holmes leaped over the chair to get at his desk.
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