Since you all wanted it (and I didn't have time to write a completely new 221B idea), here are more spoilers for That Whiter Host. Thank PGF for this - I only edited part of her chapter down to 221 words; it doesn't belong to me. :)
Coming June 12 (unless PGF is delayed coming back):
"Dr. Watson, this is Mr. Renie Haight."
The lad grinned, extending his hand.
"Hullo Doctor, I've heard much about you."
"A pleasure…forgive me, but I recall your name from somewhere..."
Haight shot Lachlan a knowing glance.
"Aye, Doctor. This scrapper here's the pest who's been trailing me for a year. Finally got tired of havin' a tail and let him tag along so I can keep an eye on him."
I glanced at Haight with respect.
"Your reporter?"
"The same," Lachlan said, this time not repressing a fond smile.
"My paper's assigned me to Lachlan," the lad said. "I've already –"
But his story was interrupted by a sudden squeal.
"OI!"
A small ginger-haired missile exploded out of the crowd and launched itself at Lachlan's knees.
"Oi remember yew, gov'! Yew t'were the one wot saved Mr. 'Olmes!"
Lachlan staggered slightly under Alfie's impact and Haight laughed.
Then our attentions were drawn by another shout, and Holmes strode toward us, his coat flapping open, face lit with rare delight.
In a moment he was wringing the seaman's hand.
"Midshipman!"
"Mr. Holmes!"
Holmes clapped the sailor on the back, grey eyes dancing.
"You have been unforgivably lax in your promise of updates, my good man - it won't do. I demand a full report of your activities before we depart for Bavaria."