Martha Hudson is a moral woman. She frowns on morbidity, scowled on the Oscar Wilde business, and has never had an impure thought in her life, thank you.
But there is plainly something untoward at Baker Street.
She knows because when she came to awaken Mr. Holmes for his appointments, there he was, plain as day, his head resting on the doctor's shoulder.
The doctor slept on, but Mr. Holmes's eyes remained wide open and unafraid.
You knew, Martha, as you have always known, he seemed to challenge her.
But then he smiled, and she knew she couldn't rat them out.