My dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes ,
You did it very well. T thought that it was a real fire, and that you were just a kind old man. But after I opened the cupboard, T began to think. I knew you 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 out side you 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 love me. And he is a better man that the King . But here is a different photograph. And the King can keep this photograph, if he likes.