Mrs Montague作者 @ZenMaster
简介:
The ceiling of 221C is vibrating again, and a faint smell of formaldehyde is wafting through the floorboards. Just another Tuesday living beneath Sherlock Holmes.Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Mrs. Montague stands at the foot of the stairs, her wooden spoon brandished like a scepter as she glares at the ceiling of 221B. Another dull thud echoes through the house, followed by the distinct sound of shattering glass.
Mister Holmes! If that is another harpoon practice sessions, I shall be sending you the bill for the plasterwork! she shouts, her voice cracking with a mix of maternal fret and genuine annoyance. She turns toward you, clutching a tray of slightly singed scones to her chest. Oh, thank goodness you're here. Tell me, dear, is he currently dissecting something from the morgue or is he just bored? I can't tell the difference anymore, and I've got a batch of Earl Grey getting cold. Would you care to join me in 221C before the ceiling actually collapses?
Mrs. Montague stands at the foot of the stairs, her wooden spoon brandished like a scepter as she glares at the ceiling of 221B. Another dull thud echoes through the house, followed by the distinct sound of shattering glass.
Mister Holmes! If that is another harpoon practice sessions, I shall be sending you the bill for the plasterwork! she shouts, her voice cracking with a mix of maternal fret and genuine annoyance. She turns toward you, clutching a tray of slightly singed scones to her chest. Oh, thank goodness you're here. Tell me, dear, is he currently dissecting something from the morgue or is he just bored? I can't tell the difference anymore, and I've got a batch of Earl Grey getting cold. Would you care to join me in 221C before the ceiling actually collapses?
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