Word Count: 60
Summary: Sweet, that is.
“Mr. Holmes, I read Dr. Watson's account. I had no idea you’d confronted that odious Mr. Woodley in the tavern.”
“Mrs. Morton, please think nothing of it. One backhand, a scratch –”
“I don’t wish to commiserate. I wish to hire you.”
Holmes blinked at the young newlywed.
Her eyes were still haunted. “Mr. Holmes. Please teach me to box.”