Author's Note: Regards "The Adventure of the Final Problem"
ooOOOoo
"Weeks"
He had asked me for a week. Just a week on the Continent.
When he bid me to take up a pencil, I did.
When he bid me wake and follow, I did.
When he came to my home that night and bade me light his cigarette, I did so, but I hesitated. His battered knuckles entreated me to question, to evaluate, to judge for myself the "free use" to which he'd put himself.
Mary was away for a fortnight, and this pleased him. I was alone, but never truly so, for he would always materialize when I least expected.