Epilogue
Three months later.
‘Mrs. Hudson and John went to the tomb.’
‘Yes, they did.’
‘You were not there.’
‘No, I wasn’t.’
There was a long pause.
‘Any news to share with me?’
‘Say, Anderson’s got beat up.’
‘Yes I heard of that.’
‘No surprises.’
‘Why so cranky, may I ask?’
‘You call me “cranky”? Tell me what sort of becoming manners to hold as that little bastard is not actually dead?’
Here came an even longer one.
‘So you knew. Surprise!’
‘Save it, Mycroft! Do you really think I’m but of a room-temperature IQ?’
‘Such thing never came to me!’
‘I’d been you for weeks and I know what Holmes boys are thinking!’
‘And you’re thinking as one.’
‘Never even try to fool a Scotland Yarder ever! Keep it in mind!’
‘I swear I will. Apologies.’
‘Accepted!’
Now it was easy.
‘Since that…’
‘Pretending nothing ever happened?’
‘I am correct to justly count on you!’
‘Have I any choice? Sally cried her eyes out, blaming herself for that matter. She’s sending him to real death if it comes out.’
‘Oh, I have no doubt on her force. Let’s make it merely between us, shall we?’
‘…I don’t promise not to punch him in face!’
‘He’s all yours.’
‘Deal!’
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Three months later.
‘Mrs. Hudson and John went to the tomb.’
‘Yes, they did.’
‘You were not there.’
‘No, I wasn’t.’
There was a long pause.
‘Any news to share with me?’
‘Say, Anderson’s got beat up.’
‘Yes I heard of that.’
‘No surprises.’
‘Why so cranky, may I ask?’
‘You call me “cranky”? Tell me what sort of becoming manners to hold as that little bastard is not actually dead?’
Here came an even longer one.
‘So you knew. Surprise!’
‘Save it, Mycroft! Do you really think I’m but of a room-temperature IQ?’
‘Such thing never came to me!’
‘I’d been you for weeks and I know what Holmes boys are thinking!’
‘And you’re thinking as one.’
‘Never even try to fool a Scotland Yarder ever! Keep it in mind!’
‘I swear I will. Apologies.’
‘Accepted!’
Now it was easy.
‘Since that…’
‘Pretending nothing ever happened?’
‘I am correct to justly count on you!’
‘Have I any choice? Sally cried her eyes out, blaming herself for that matter. She’s sending him to real death if it comes out.’
‘Oh, I have no doubt on her force. Let’s make it merely between us, shall we?’
‘…I don’t promise not to punch him in face!’
‘He’s all yours.’
‘Deal!’
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