Author's Note: From "The Adventure of the Final Problem"
ooOOOoo
"Hours"
We stepped off the train and hid.
Cautiously, I watched as our luggage disappeared from my sight as Holmes gently pulled me back.
"An hour until the train to Newhaven."
I closed my eyes and stilled my panting breath.
"You've planned this out. To the very second."
Holmes nodded. "A military man such as yourself would appreciate attention to detail."
Details: The smell of tobacco, the ridge of gummy adhesive on his nose from his disguise, the way he fought to keep his hand from shaking. The scent of smoke as the small car passed, carrying Death to his appointment.