When George arrived at the crime scene, he handed William his murder bag and informed him that the doctor would be here shortly.
"She wasn't mad, was she?" William asked.
"No. She seemed happy actually." George answered.
"Good. Let's look around the body until she comes." the detective said. "Take the light from the carriage please George."
Arthur Conan Doyle was impressed by this suitcase-lamp and William was glad he could impress such a man. Even if said man had lowered in his esteem by inviting him to a paranormal séance. He turned around when he heard the carriage arrive and he walked to meet Julia.
"I hope I didn't keep you from anything important." he said, looking at her magnificiant dress and the tiara in her hair.
"You saved me from a dreadful dinner with the morgue authorities William. I was so glad when George called. So I see now that I am a little overdressed for this place." she laughed, releasing Willam's hand as she reached the floor.
She introduced herself to the famous author and the three of them moved to the body. Once she had done everything she could, she asked that the body was brought back to the morgue and told the men who took it where to put the corpse so she could examine it in the morning.
"Are you going home or do you have to go to the station?" she asked William as she got up in the carriage.
"I have to go to the station house to get the first report drafted and then I'll be home. An hour, two hours maximum."
"Alright. I'll help settle the body at the morgue then and I'll join you at the station so we can go home together."
"Good. Well, I'll fetch Mr Doyle and head there now. I don't want to spend all night at work when I have a wife looking like that waiting for me." he said, looking at her and squeezing her hand before turning around and walking towards George and Arthur Conan Doyle.
The next day, William and Arthur Conan Doyle headed to the morgue to get the update on the victim.
"I look forward to seeing your pathologist at work Detective." The author said. "She seems very … capable. It's nice to have a feminine touch. I'm sure you appreciate her insight."
"I do." William answered, not really liking the turn the conversation was taking. "She is very good at her job, we're very lucky to have her."
"I bet you do."
Before William could say anything, the door of the morgue opened and a grieving family walked out. The two men walked in and William led Mr Doyle to Julia's working space. She explained everything she had discovered about the young woman they had found. When she was finished, the two men prepared to leave.
"Detective could I have a word with you please?"
"Sure." William answered, following Julia in her office while the author looked around the shelves of the morgue.
"Was it just me or was he … flirting?" Julia asked.
"It was not just you. Even before we arrived … let's just say that I didn't like how he talked about you, like you were some ..."
"Don't worry William, I'm used to people thinking I'm more a woman who can be talked to as if I belonged to them rather than a competent doctor."
"I just don't understand why so many men think like that."
"I don't either, but lucky for me I found one of the few who doesn't think men can own women." Julia said, kissing him quickly. "Now, I still have a lot of things to do but what do you say we go out for dinner tonight? I still have the dress out and I didn't really wear it in proper setting last night ..."
"Will you put on the tiara as well? I really like the tiara"
"Yes, I noticed." Julia laughed, walking back to work on the dead body.