A puzzle awaits for him here. This huge, strange machine. A puzzle leaves with her, too, but he doesn't realize that until she's gone. The cigarette burns in his hand. He focuses on the waxy taste of red on his lips, and the way the machine before him works.
He wouldn't have known what to say if he caught up with her, at any rate.
In the morning, he sends a telegram to his brother, telling him that he expects they'll find Irene Adler dead.
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A puzzle awaits for him here. This huge, strange machine. A puzzle leaves with her, too, but he doesn't realize that until she's gone. The cigarette burns in his hand. He focuses on the waxy taste of red on his lips, and the way the machine before him works.
He wouldn't have known what to say if he caught up with her, at any rate.
In the morning, he sends a telegram to his brother, telling him that he expects they'll find Irene Adler dead.