From Hades Lord of the Dead: Fortune teller
My career has caused me to assume many guises and I have frequently amazed my Watson. I believe that the disguise that I am shrouded in now would astound him but most likely not meet with his approval. Well, needs must and I do not need his approval.
"Come in! Come in and let old Madam Fortunata tell all dearie! What will it be? Palm reading?"
I think that he might find the dress a step too far. I am rather pleased with it myself; it is just right for an old fortune teller. The big earrings look the part as well, even if they do pinch.
"Hello there dearie! Come in."
It should not be long now. I know that the man whom I suspect has a weakness for fortune tellers and I should be able to frighten him easily enough. If I play this right he should panic and run straight into Hopkins' waiting hands. I can return home then and eat something; I have not had a bite since breakfast and it is already rather late for supper. I may have to simply devour a loaf of bread or something. At least Watson should be in bed by then. I would prefer to tell him of tonight's adventures in the morning, after food and sleep. What the deuce has he done to me? I am sure that I could manage without thinking of either before he began interfering. And yet I miss his company tonight.
"Hello dearie. Come in and let old Madam Foirtunata reveal all."
My work is now done, the case concluded, but the queue seems endless. I had not anticipated this. Watson will no doubt find it amusing. When I return home.