Sherlock Holmes was busy with other cases for the
next three weeks. There were no new murders in
Whitechapel, but people were frightened and angry
with the police, who were no nearer to finding the
killer than before.
My own life was happy enough. I visited my dear
Mary Morstan, and kept this visit a secret from Holmes
- something which made me feel unusually clever!
One day Holmes and I had just finished breakfast
together.