“We have a client,” Sherlock announced a few weeks later. John looked up from his laptop as Sherlock, who had been standing in front of the window playing a melancholy piece on his violin, sprang away and went to put his violin in its case.
“A client?” John repeated dumbly, just as their doorbell rang. Sherlock grinned at him excitedly.
“Mrs Hudson is out” Sherlock said. “Let her in, please.”
It was a very good thing that a client had turned up on their doorstep, because Sherlock had been moaning about the lack of interesting cases for almost two weeks now. Of course, John still had to hope this case would prove interesting enough for Sherlock to accept, since Sherlock didn’t seem familiar with the saying about beggars and choosers and, even when extremely bored, had turned away clients he didn’t think worthy of his attention.
The client waiting on the pavement in front of 221 was a red-haired woman in her thirties. John invited her in, and she smiled shyly when he introduced himself. “Oh, yes,” she told John. “I read your blog.”
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