The spider makes a reappearance
"Holmes, do you want some tea?"
Sherlock Holmes looked at me, his eyes still unfocused, as he pulled himself from thoughts of his new case, and turned his attention onto the spread before him. I watched him eat with approval.
"Glad to see my years of training have at least taught you to eat breakfast properly."
Holmes muttered something indistinguishable and pointed towards the pile of letters on the mantelpiece.
"Yes, yes." I sighed, and pulling the bunch of letters, proceeded to read them out.
"A Mrs. Summerset wants you to recover her diamond, interested?"
A shake of the head, followed by the spraying of bread crumbs across the table answered my query. I sighed, and dusting the crumbs of my part of the table, continued.
"The Duchess….No? Alright, Lestrade needs some help with…alright, no." I flipped to the last letter and felt my grin broaden.
"Ah, this should interest you. A Mr. Cuthbert Fullerton needs help in recovering some of his exotic species which have been taken from his 'zoo'."
Holmes looked up, interested.
"Exotic species?"
"Yes, they include a boa, an anaconda, a few species of tree frogs and the crux of his collection, a bird eating tarantula from the Cuba forests."
I finished my narrative with a flourish, and was rewarded with a choke and spraying of what sounded like a mouthful of tea.