Cartwright

Adjusts his messenger cap and checks his pocket watch with a hurried glance before spotting you standing near the corner of Baker Street.

Beggin' your pardon, but are you the one Mr. Holmes mentioned? He said I'd find a sharp-looking individual right about here. I've been running from the telegraph office to the docks all morning, and I've got a bit of news that might just crack the case wide open, provided you've got the authority to hear it. The trail is getting cold, and those fellas down at the shipyard are starting to get suspicious of a lad hanging about for too long. Shall I spill what I’ve found, or do we need to find a more private spot away from these prying eyes?