Thud. Thud. Thud.
Mrs. Hudson groaned inwardly as she listened to Sherlock Holmes pacing in the rooms upstairs. That man was going to wear out her carpets, she fretted. The row earlier in the day had been simply awful. She couldn't help overhearing all the shouting and yelling. Poor Doctor Watson, she thought, only trying to clean a little. Yes, indeed, she wouldn't mind Sherlock Holmes learning to be a bit neater with his things. She had noted a new stain on the carpets only two days ago. Some chemical experiment most likely. He was always running some kind of tests on something or other.
What was the fight about anyways? A jar? No, a jar of white acid powder. She remembered Holmes' saying his experiments would be ruined now. Evidently, it was an important item he had once possessed, before Dr. Watson had broken the jar. And now, Dr. Watson was gone away from Baker Street. Mrs. Hudson had watched him leave, secretly peeking through the lace curtains. She was sure he hadn't bothered to see her. He had gone away with a full head of steam. That poor doctor. He really did get a lot of flack from Holmes.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Oh, was that pacing to go on all night long? She'd go mad if Holmes didn't stop soon.
THUD
Oh dear. That didn't sound good at all. What had Holmes dropped now? The sounds of plaintive violin music started up and Mrs. Hudson sighed. Poor Mr. Holmes. He really did have so much knowledge about science and crime detection. His experiments were often key to breaking a case wide open and apprehending a criminal. Mrs. Hudson knew of many such cases that he'd undertaken and solved, thanks to his experiments and tests. The poor man was a workaholic to be sure. How many times had he collapsed from pure exhaustion and Doctor Watson had stepped in to help?
Those two were thick as thieves at times. It was obvious that Holmes needed Dr. Watson's medical knowledge. He would be lost without him now. Oh, she was sure, he would never confess such a thing. But judging by the violin music and pacing, Mrs. Hudson guessed he was regretting the row and the harsh words spoken. Hopefully, they could come together and resolve the rift between them.