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.
He was standing by the window, when suddenly he
gave a cry. 'What is it, Holmes?' I asked. 'What's the
matter?'
He turned towards me. His face was white and the
look in his eyes was terrible.
'May I have an hour of your time, Watson?' he asked
in a low voice.