The Sign of Four: Holmes Is On
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Canon Story: The Sign of the Four, ch. 7-12
Title: Holmes Is On
Author:
vaysh
Rating: PG (for drug use)
Words: 2 x 60
Author's Notes: The "black-letter book" Sherlock Holmes is reading in the first scene of Sign of the Four is Martyrdom of Men by William Winnwood Reade.
Holmes On Cocaine:
Thump on the chest, three minutes after the solution has entered my vein. Heartbeat slows, voices from the street recede, the scratch of Watson's quill – muffled. Blessed thoughtless silence… Book smells of fresh ink. Old-fashioned black-letter font. Finely drawn ligatures. Published by Trübner's. Watson may know their two-volume History of Afghanistan. Must ask –
"Which is it to-day, morphine or cocaine?"
Holmes On a Case:
Step by step. On the hardwood floor. Did the Smith woman lie? Her eyes were unshadowed, her posture at ease. Impossible. Have they escaped some other way? The Aurora is gone. Or rather: hidden from sight. A ruse. Time is of importance. Thirty-six minutes to four. Impossible to search the ship-yards now. Pity. Sleep. Impossible. Back to the hardwood floor.
Title: Holmes Is On
Author:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Rating: PG (for drug use)
Words: 2 x 60
Author's Notes: The "black-letter book" Sherlock Holmes is reading in the first scene of Sign of the Four is Martyrdom of Men by William Winnwood Reade.
Holmes On Cocaine:
Thump on the chest, three minutes after the solution has entered my vein. Heartbeat slows, voices from the street recede, the scratch of Watson's quill – muffled. Blessed thoughtless silence… Book smells of fresh ink. Old-fashioned black-letter font. Finely drawn ligatures. Published by Trübner's. Watson may know their two-volume History of Afghanistan. Must ask –
"Which is it to-day, morphine or cocaine?"
Holmes On a Case:
Step by step. On the hardwood floor. Did the Smith woman lie? Her eyes were unshadowed, her posture at ease. Impossible. Have they escaped some other way? The Aurora is gone. Or rather: hidden from sight. A ruse. Time is of importance. Thirty-six minutes to four. Impossible to search the ship-yards now. Pity. Sleep. Impossible. Back to the hardwood floor.