"To find a boy," Holmes said, his voice unusually soft. "It seems my education is finally beginning."
The woman was no longer outside. She stood in the center of the room, translucent and shimmering like oil on water. She didn't scream or point to a wound. She simply held out a hand, and in her palm sat a sapphire that didn't exist—a stone so blue it seemed to swallow the light of the room. Sherlock ][ Believer
"She’s been there three nights, Holmes," Watson replied, standing by the heavy velvet curtains. "She looks like she’s trying to tell you something." "To find a boy," Holmes said, his voice unusually soft
"I do not believe in you," Holmes said, though his eyes were wide. "To find a boy