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Rating: G
Neville St Clair
Didn’t think it was fair
That a beggar could get more in a day
Than a reporter received for his week’s pay
I waited as long as I was able, making up reasons for Isa's late return, each more implausible than the last. I tried to stay busy, but could not. I paced, frantic, glancing out of the window, jumping at small sounds.
Soon, I could bear it no longer. Darling Mary would know what to do. She always did, after all.
Canon Story: The Man with the Twisted Lip
Title: Employment; Pastime
Author: hisietari
Rating: G
A/N: I'm so sorry for hardly commenting and only writing on low temperature at the moment. So much work, so little time! ;_;
Have a bonus story (Jane's POV) while I try to catch up.
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Employment
The St. Clair family would not suffer from poverty after the discovery of Mr St. Clair’s rather unique occupation. Quite the contrary, he found himself employed by certain parts of government interested in his formidable ability of disguise, and, for the periods of quietude in between, recommended to a station master in Somerset. Mr William Moriarty always appreciated reliable staff.
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Pastime
Everybody has their own ways of coping with time, filling the void, giving it a title instead of the meaning it should have had. Some use opium, and effectively so. Others open their ears and arms to the unsuccessful seekers, with great risk for their own wellbeing. I kept an eye on Mary whenever I could, just to make sure.
That was most impressive. In my time I’ve seen many filthy beggars in the cells, but this one was the worst. And now he’s been given a wash he’s not a beggar at all, but a bit of a toff. It’s a strange world: toffs who want to be beggars and gents who solve mysteries by sitting upon five pillows.
TWIS – Breaking Through
It had been a most vexing case, with many clear facts, yet nothing but dark mists when I tried to piece them together. I feared my client had hired me in vain. Yet now, with this letter, I had a new angle to pursue. My body sat shrouded in darkness and pipe-smoke, but my mind saw the glimmerings of light.