![]() ![]() ![]() By the time I walked into my house, it was after four o'clock, which gave me three hours to work in my laboratory before I had to eat dinner and assemble my disguise. It was impossible to move quickly from one area to another. ![]() But that was typically London, even during the later hours of the evening and night. With traffic clogging the throughways at all levels, it took three quarters of an hour to travel home. And I reminded her to keep her gloves on at all times tonight, for hands could be very telling about one's identity. I took my leave in front of Northumberland House after lecturing her about why we couldn't arrive at Witcherell's together without inviting comment. Miss Stoker and I took a smooth, silent lift up to the highest streetwalk and made our way back to the Strand. If I'd had to resort to raiding my uncle's stash, I don't believe I would have been as successful, because despite what some people might think, Uncle Sherlock doesn't have a large variety of female clothing or accessories. ![]() Apparently there was some benefit to having her as a partner. After an hour digging through the makeup and costume closets at the Lyceum Theater with Miss Stoker, I had a generous cache of disguises. ![]()
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