"He's home!" Mother exclaimed, jubilantly waving the letter, tears streaming down her face.
I took the letter and read the following:
Dearest Family,
I wanted to be in touch with you as soon as I arrived home, but I know the house is rather crowded at times, and after the horrors of battle, I need a bit of peace; thus I had resolved not to contact you until I had acquired my own residence. You may now find me at 221 ½ B Baker Street, where I have fallen into the company of an investigator, with whom I shall now apparently work cases.
As ever I remain,
David Q. Dawson
Nora motioned for me to come closer, and she handed me another letter, which began:
Dear Lenora,
It was the eve of our good Queen's Diamond Jubilee, and Her Majesty's government came to the very brink of disaster. I had just arrived in London and was anxiously to find a quiet place where I could rest and find a bit of peace. Little did I know that my life was about to change forever…