Time had flown, and now it was Sunday.
The attack that had been scheduled in advance by the Lohar Society was supposed to take place next week, the Noble Red Society had suddenly gone quiet, and news of Professor Moriarty's death had not yet arrived. The Minister of Commerce hadn't made a move, and Miss Assassin's superior still hadn't come looking for her.
It was an eerily quiet, very peaceful week.
So peaceful that it made Lily somewhat restless.
However, everyone seemed to enjoy it in their own way, probably with the exception of Sherlock.
His nature was always to be busy. He kept himself engaged with something or another, only by doing so could he put his unstoppable brain to work. Now he had forced himself to take a break and not cause any trouble—according to Hayna, by the weekend, he was already studying spells at the bishop's house.
