The Penny Dreadful Curse

by Anna Lord

  “Bien sur, mon ami. But he worshipped you. He could think of nothing more splendid than to have his hero by his side, in the flesh, working on the same case, perhaps even have his hero admire his own tenacity and skill as an investigator and perhaps even write about the case afterwards. Perhaps he even hoped some of your writing magic would rub off on him. He adored your stories. He copied them slavishly. He adored Sherlock Holmes. He adored you too. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Be flattered. You were his hero!”

  She kissed him teasingly on the cheek as she bypassed him on her way to the stairs but there was nothing teasing in her tone.

  “You are my hero, Dr Watson.”