The Irregulars
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8. Yellow
Yellow flame with a distinctive pinkish hue. It was a vital clue, another facet in the ginger midget's work, another card up the sleeve of a madman. But at what cost? His life? The Woman? This would be the second threat to her that evening, but no…
No, the cost was higher.
Watson.
His brother, as the gypsy woman said, in bond, not blood. Watson, one of the few men in the world that willingly spent time with him. That knew his faults and eccentricities and still was there for him in spite of such foibles. Watson was his friend.
