"Leblanc," Holmes heaved a sigh. "You're late."
"Maybe you're all just early instead," Mattheus, dressed in his Arsenio Leblanc guise with face covered by a white plague mask, smoothly returned as he walked up to the crime scene the policemen had cordoned off.
His eyes slid to the rather dead prostitute, letting out a whistle as he grimly registered the details of the alleyway near the edge of East Eddes.
In contrast to his actual feelings, his tone was light. "Nevertheless, we were both a bit too late for our dear Jane Doe."
The only gesture of solemnity from the doctor was a slight tip of the top hat to the corpse.
Holmes grunted. "Well, go on."
"Not going to give me what you already theorized?" Mattheus asked playfully.
