Chapter 10 (1)

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Jess sits at a table... A white table cloth is what her hand rests on. In front of her is a tea cup and tea pot with a small plate of biscuits. Where is she?

She can feel a corset on her and her hair is up it little curls of an up-do. She can hear soft voices in the building... a charming little restaurant. Her table is small and she sits alone.

Until someone says, "Mary Morstan I presume?"

She looks up to see a man in a suit, one that resembles the late 1800's style

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She looks up to see a man in a suit, one that resembles the late 1800's style. He is tall with broad shoulders and masculine look to him, light brown hair and sideburns... small lips and ice blue eyes. She would be able to recognize his face anywhere.

"Of course, sir," Jess responds

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"Of course, sir," Jess responds.

He sits down at the table with her and looks at her oddly. "You look like you were expecting someone else Miss Morstan."

"Do I?" she asks. She's not sure who she was expecting.

"Yes and I am sorry to intrude on your... appointment. Though I am sure you know who I am. If not you must know of my partner... who seems to be the more well known one indeed."

"Why of course. Dr. John Watson."

"Then you must know why I am here."

"I cannot say that I do. Care to enlighten me, doctor?"

"As you might have read, Sir James Thomas has died most recently. Could you say you were a close acquaintance to him?" he speaks quieter.

 Could you say you were a close acquaintance to him?" he speaks quieter

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