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Miss Holmes

Miss Adler Is Tardy

I reside in the very modernized London of the fifty-second year of Her Majesty Queen Victoria’s reign Our Prime Minister is Lord Salisbury, and Parliarove-Pitt

My nation is besotted with science, evolution, and invention If a device can be conceived, someone somewhere is determined that it should be built (which is the only explanation I have for the unfortunate Hystand’s Mechanized Eyelash-Combe)

This proliferation of invention and scientific practice is why I found it both a that no one had yet invented a working time machine And the reason I felt this disappointment looked up at me with deep blue eyes

“Good , Dylan,” I said as I closed Miss Irene Adler’s office door behind me

Though I’d expected to find the attractive dark-haired wo-scented cha rin, ave a little flutter the instant I saw him

Such a base reaction can be excused by the fact that, aside fro and kind, Dylan Eckhert was one of themen I’d ever seen Not much older than I, Dylan had thick hair in every shade of blond It was unstylishly long, falling into his eyes and covering his ears, and winging up a little at the tips He had a strong square chin and jaw, perfectly straight, white teeth, and a clear blue gaze that turned pleasantly hen he was happy or aaze was tinged with sadness or despair—a condition which I meant to help eradicate

If I could help him find a way back home

“Hi, Mina” He was holding a curious device It was a slender, sleek object, slightly larger than ular ite up at unexpectedpictures

According to Dylan, it was a telephone And apparently, this sort of mechanism was very common where he came frommore than one hundred and twenty years in the future

Hence the require machine

“I expected Miss Adler to be here,” I said, sitting in one of the chairs on the other side of the desk “Her e said ten o’clock sharp” My i for nearly a ain

My mentor’s office was deep inside the British Museus, the current Keeper of Antiquities at the institution Or, at least, that hat she told curious-minded people But there wasand cataloguing long-forgotten treasures froypt and the Far East

One couldn’t tell it froe, but it ell-organized and elegantly furnished, with a circular table in the center and the large desk at one end Bookshelves lined the walls and a To its slender ers to replace—or remove; one couldn’t necessarily tell—a copy of The Domesday Book A stack of newspapers sat at the corner of the desk, and one of them was mounted in a Proffitt’s Dandy Paper-Peruser