Who: Hunter Williams What: A discovery When: Monday morning Where: His home
Holmes liked to keep up with the news. The crime sections and the classifieds, anyway. The lack of an agony column was something of a tragedy, but he supposed that was what the internet was for now. It was also a good way of getting news from all over the world. Hunter would read just about anything he could get his hands on, and he picked his battles with his companion carefully, so he was likely the only regular reader of the Times, the Sun, and the Telegraph in the state.
Usually there wasn't anything that interesting. Crime in London wasn't any more interesting than crime anywhere else, so far as Hunter could tell. There was something today though. An MP caught in some minor scandal, which wasn't noteworthy in itself. There was a picture though, the man on the street with some woman who wasn't his wife. Again, nothing noteworthy. It was the background that caught his interest. There was a building there that he knew very, very well. He wondered that it hadn't seemed to have caught the editor's attention, or anyone else's, that the background of this picture had come straight out of the end of the 19th century. It was the lodgings on Baker Street, precisely as he remembered them.