Chapter 4 (Prompt 7)
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capt_facepalmDerry 1896-12-07 8:30AM
IS TRAVEL OFFER STILL OPEN QUERY
LIVERPOOL THURSDAY NIGHT STOP
JHW FULLSTOP
Sherlock Holmes met a tired and saddened John Watson at Liverpool Station and they boarded the London train.
Watson pulled out a battered book and handed Homes a picture of a fresh-faced young soldier.
‘Preston found some of my things from Khandahar.’
‘That’s not you! Where’s your moustache?’
‘Couldn’t grow one.’
Holmes’ amusement dwindled as he compared the old photograph with his friend. Watson had been very young indeed.
‘Eventually, Frazer chloroformed me and inked one on,’ Watson smirked.
Holmes chuckled.
WHUMP! CRASH!
‘What the…?’
