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There's no Granada episode to discuss this week, but we'll have one next week.
( Onward to canon talk - The Stockbroker's Clerk )
STOC – The Wrong Moustache
The case seemed promising, yet something was missing. I kept expecting to see another face, one with eyes alight with curiosity, his fuller, military moustache twitching with each change of mood.
It had been three months since I had seen him.
“We will detour on our way to the station, Mr. Pycroft. My associate might be helpful in your case…”
Extended-play version (100 words):
The case seemed promising, exactly what I wanted to relieve the tedium.
Yet something remained missing, incomplete. My client sat in the chair opposite, and I could not help seeing the other man who had often sat there, his eyes alight with curiosity, his fuller, military moustache twitching as he smiled or grew thoughtful.
It had been three months since I had seen him. And although time was pressing, I suddenly resolved not to let another hour pass.
“We will detour on our way to the station, Mr. Pycroft. I believe my associate might be substantially helpful in your case…”
The good doctor had indeed had a severe chill for a few days the previous week. Had Mr Holmes come to see him sooner he would have been able to deduce this not just from the doctor’s scorched slippers but also from my rather yellowed paws, where I too had fallen asleep with my legs too close to the fire.
Rucastle thought he was clever. He thought that beautiful auburn hair, a slim figure and a blue dress would fool me. To him, Alice was a doll, a prize, no more than her pretty features.
I knew her, though, and she was not the girl in the window. I had to do something. I would not be kept from Alice.