At the appointed hour, Holmes, dressed in his warm cape and cap against the unexpected snow, sets off for the park. There was very rarely snow in London and when it did fall, it almost immediately melted into sodden grey slush. He was enjoying the crisp air and the clean whiteness the weather brought to Margate. Holmes entered the park and saw Mary sitting on a bench. He approached her, footfalls muffled a bit on the path. "Miss Poppins," he greets her, bowing. "I do hope you haven't been waiting long."