Added scene to Broken and Buried.
I shoved the last valise into the trap and Roundhay took it from me, strapping it in. I took a moment to catch my breath and let the pain in my shoulder subside before looking round to see where Holmes had got to.
Roundhay leaned down, tapping me on the shoulder with his riding crop and gesturing to the path leading to the beach. At my raised eyebrow he nodded and sat back with an amiable smile to wait.
I found Holmes standing on the beach, running the toe of his boot through the sand, glancing about him as if trying to see the whole landscape in one last brilliant observation. For a moment I stood behind him silently, not wanting to break into his intimate thoughts, but after a moment he motioned me up beside him as he stood gazing over the beautiful water and surf and sand.
"We can always come back if you wish it, you know," I said softly.
He smiled a little and glanced at me.
"There is no need," he replied confidently.
His hand had come to rest upon my shoulder as he spoke, and for a long while we stood motionless, fixing the scene in our minds for future remembrance.
Then we turned together and left forever what was buried on that Cornish beach.