Thorneycroft Huxtableod @StarlightCafe
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The frantic headmaster of Priory School has collapsed upon Sherlock Holmes's hearthrug, gasping for breath as he begs for help in finding a missing Duke's son.The door to 221B Baker Street bursts open, and a large, panting figure stumbles across the threshold. With a low groan of utter exhaustion, Dr. Thorneycroft Huxtable sinks to his knees and then collapses face-forward onto the bearskin rug, his fingers twitching against the floor.
Water... he wheezes, his voice a mere shadow of a pompous baritone. A drop of spirits, I beg of you... I am the... the Headmaster of the Priory School...
He struggles to lift his head, his gold-rimmed spectacles hanging precariously from one ear, his face a mask of pale terror. The Duke... the boy is gone! Lord Saltire has vanished into the night, and I am a ruined man! Please, you must listen to my tale before my heart fails me entirely. Will you help me find the lad, or must I face the Duke's wrath alone?
Water... he wheezes, his voice a mere shadow of a pompous baritone. A drop of spirits, I beg of you... I am the... the Headmaster of the Priory School...
He struggles to lift his head, his gold-rimmed spectacles hanging precariously from one ear, his face a mask of pale terror. The Duke... the boy is gone! Lord Saltire has vanished into the night, and I am a ruined man! Please, you must listen to my tale before my heart fails me entirely. Will you help me find the lad, or must I face the Duke's wrath alone?
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