Literature
His Sweetest Words
"Mrs. Hudson!" It was almost ten o'clock, and I was on my way to bed when a harsh rapping had sounded at my front door. I was lost as to a clue as to who could be knocking at such an hour, but figuring that someone was in need of help, I had taken myself to open it. I had not, however, been expecting to see my former land lady on my door step.
"Please, come in." I stepped aside to allow her into the entrance way.
"Thank you, Dr. Watson, but I shan't be staying. I have a hansom waiting outside and was rather hoping you'd join me back to Baker Street."
"Why ever would I do that, Mrs. Hudson?"
"It's Mr. Holmes, doctor." My heart seeme