My dear Mr Sherlock Holmes,
You did it very well. I thought that it was a real fire,
and that you were just a kind old man. But after I
opened the cupboard, I began to think. I knew about
the famous Sherlock Holmes. I knew your address,
and I knew that the King asked you to find the
photograph. So I quickly dressed as a young man
and followed you home to Baker Street. I wanted to
find out if you really were Sherlock Holmes. I said
'good night' to you outside your door!
My husband and I have decided to leave England.
Please tell the King that I shall not show the
photograph to anybody. I love my husband and he
loves me. And he is a better man than the King. But
here is a different photograph. And the King can
keep this photograph, if he likes.