Excerpt from the Journal of Stanley Hopkins
- I am resolved, therefore, that I should never again agree to anything involving Bradstreet and waterfowl. God love the man, but he is a dunce at times.
There's one other thing, though compared to the rest of the day it's hardly a trifle, but it still sticks at me. Lestrade has been glancing at me since I came in this morning, long before the swan incident left me a spectacle worth gawking over. I can't make heads nor tails of the matter.
It's probably nothing.
Sherlock Holmes, Stanley Hopkins, and all related characters do not belong to me.