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“To
whom would you have the gentleman appeal?” Holmes inquired.
Holmes noted the knuckles fading to white as they gripped the mantel.
At length, Watson rejoined, “That isn’t my concern.”
Unaccustomed to considering another’s feeling, let alone acquiescing to
another’s wishes, Holmes rose and started for the door. Watson’s hand on his
arm stopped him.
“Think of the damage,” Watson whispered, “such an association could visit
upon our— your reputation.”
Holmes summoned Mrs. Hudson. When she appeared, he placed the calling card
face down on her silver tray. “Pray, inform Mr. Wilde I can be of no use to
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