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“Watson,” Holmes began, adjusting his hat to no discernible effect, ”I am dizzy. I fear I might faint.”
Watson strode quickly towards him, leaning on his cane so as not to fall on his way to assist Holmes.
“Holmes, take my cane,” Watson urged, leading him slowly towards a nearby bench as Holmes leaned on it.
Watson cast his eyes across the grounds of Hurlstone manor, but he could find neither cook nor anyone who might lead them to the kitchens, or better yet, bring a snack for Holmes.
“Thank you, dear boy,” Holmes smiled weakly. “I am afraid the dizzy spell quite overtook me.”
“Have you eaten, Holmes?” Watson asked, alarmed. Holmes could often press heavily on a case without eating, and Watson worried he had done just that.
“I’m afraid I haven’t, Watson. I have rather neglected my person in search of answers, but the case is just so interesting!”
“That’s alright, Holmes. Stay a while on the bench and we’ll come to the manor for some food, once you’re feeling better.”
Holmes smiled weakly at him. “I think I can walk back to the manor now. I am still quite dizzy with the migraine, but we might as well feed you.”
“And yourself,” Watson chided him, but not sternly.
“And myself,” Holmes agreed mournfully.
The walk to the manor proceeded successfully. Once inside, Watson retrieved a second cane from the hall and they made for the kitchens.