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Chapter 1

"To Sherlock Holmes, she was always The Woman, the beautiful Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory."- A scandal in Bohemia

"You'll miss me , Sherlock."
"Unfortunately , yes."

It was not thundering down with rain when she came to Mr's Hudson's door. Nor was it so foggy that you could not see your own hands in front of your face as was the norm in London nowadays.

No, today was one of those rare days when the sun was out. It was bursting through the clouds and streaming into 221 B Baker Street's hallway. It gave new life to the place after the long, gloomy winter the house's occupants had seen.

Despite the brilliant sunshine, Sherlock Holmes' room stayed dark. For the heavy curtains had not been drawn.

Mrs Hudson never knew whether Mr Holmes was in his quarters. Ever since Doctor Watson had got married and moved in with Mary, Holmes had the knack of disappearing for weeks at a time and only returning if he felt like doing so.

Mrs Hudson had the strong suspicion that Holmes was living temporarily above the Punch Bowel pub, engaging in numerous fights and taking as many drugs that was medically possible.

Sometimes, when he had a case he would return but that was very unlikely.

It was this day that Holmes was in the Punch Bowel living quarters when she came.

Mrs Hudson had never had the pleasure of meeting The Woman before, but as she opened her heavy door Irene Adler's pretty face peered inside in front of the evening sunshine she asked in her American accent "Is Mr Holmes in?"