I came home after a particularly hard day to find the first floor of Baker street in complete darkness.
"Has Mr. Holmes gone out?" I asked Mrs. Hudson as I removed my coat and hat.
"Not that I know of Sir." She replied taking my things from me and disappearing through the kitchen door. Making my way hesitantly up the stairs, it was ridiculous that I had to creep around in my own house but that was one of the perils of living with a man who several others had sworn revenge on. I gently pushed open the door and entered. Holmes was perched on the windowsill, his nose almost pressed against the glass.
"What are you doing?" I asked, pausing in the doorway.
"Shut that door!" He growled at me, spinning round.
I did so and sighed.
It was going to be a long night.
"Well what are you doing?"
"Watching."
"Holmes we could be here for a very long time if you insist on giving me one word answers."
"The man across the street, he's acting rather odd."
"Really in what way?" I asked, going to stand behind him.
"He comes and goes at al hours and well, he was with a woman, who seems to have vanished."
"Vanished?"
"Yes, I find it rather puzzling."
"Well you can't tell much from here."
He ignored so intent was his concentration on the house opposite ours. I left him that way and woke to find him in the same position.
"This isn't healthy Holmes."
He ignored me again, it was going to be a long week…..