Chapter 180: Elagabalus
The Rose’s soul flowed into my Ren and Du meridians.
-Alfred Tennyson, <Demonic Possession Soliloquy: Lone Soul Subjugation>-
A day before the scheduled hatching. 6:55 a.m.
As promised, Ulrich Zuckerberg arrived at Baker Street with one engineering Kung-Fuist.
I realized the one inside was Ulrich when I saw the driver approaching the boarding house in a large canopy carriage, reflecting sunlight with a small hand mirror as we had arranged in advance.
“…I don’t know if this is really all right, Holmes.”
Watson, peering down at the street through a gap in the open curtain, hunched her shoulders as if uneasy.
In her arms was a thick envelope sent by the Strand Magazine editorial office.
Astonishingly, Watson had displayed superhuman self-control and still hadn’t opened the magazine’s reply.