Epilogue
Soon after, everything went back to normal. Only a few things had changed. Though my leg had healed, and my fur had been cleaned, my weight needed to improve. I'd lost five pounds during my walk to London, and it took a while to gain it back. In addition, I found that I had more stamina and strength than I used to. I could walk for miles now without getting tired.
Another, more obvious change occurred only three days after my return. Holmes had finished his morning paper, but instead of throwing it out, he laid part of it on the ground.
"Fascinating article on page three. Didn't you think so, Watson?"
"Oh, absolutely." Watson said, giving me a pointed look. I took the hint and looked at the paper. The article's headline was this:
Dog survives fall and finds valuables.
I read that article with utter delight. It talked all about how I had somehow escaped death and found the missing box. Miss Bennett was quoted, calling me "The bravest and cleverest dog of all time." I saved that article, of course. I still have it somewhere. The point is that I became as well known after that, almost as well known as Holmes himself. When people came to ask for his help, they always would pat me head and compliment me on my brilliant job in the Bennett Case. I think this act irritated Holmes a bit, but he never showed it.
Oh, and my relationship with Holmes after the incident? He and I have that good Master-pet relationship: I do what he asks and he rewards me for it. But I think neither of us will forget that moment, when no words were needed to express how we felt.
Soon after, everything went back to normal. Only a few things had changed. Though my leg had healed, and my fur had been cleaned, my weight needed to improve. I'd lost five pounds during my walk to London, and it took a while to gain it back. In addition, I found that I had more stamina and strength than I used to. I could walk for miles now without getting tired.
Another, more obvious change occurred only three days after my return. Holmes had finished his morning paper, but instead of throwing it out, he laid part of it on the ground.
"Fascinating article on page three. Didn't you think so, Watson?"
"Oh, absolutely." Watson said, giving me a pointed look. I took the hint and looked at the paper. The article's headline was this:
Dog survives fall and finds valuables.
I read that article with utter delight. It talked all about how I had somehow escaped death and found the missing box. Miss Bennett was quoted, calling me "The bravest and cleverest dog of all time." I saved that article, of course. I still have it somewhere. The point is that I became as well known after that, almost as well known as Holmes himself. When people came to ask for his help, they always would pat me head and compliment me on my brilliant job in the Bennett Case. I think this act irritated Holmes a bit, but he never showed it.
Oh, and my relationship with Holmes after the incident? He and I have that good Master-pet relationship: I do what he asks and he rewards me for it. But I think neither of us will forget that moment, when no words were needed to express how we felt.