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Stanley Hopkins has an Admirer
When Inspector Hopkins arrived his lovely dark hair was wet where the rain had blown under his hat and his beautiful grey eyes were full of concern about his case. Now Mr Holmes has assured him that he will go to Yoxley with him tomorrow his sweet face is peaceful as he sleeps on the sofa. He is my hero.
Case, what case?
I was so afraid when Cairns fought back. Mr Holmes is used to receiving the odd blow, but my poor inspector. Naturally he went to the aid of Mr Holmes, but I was sure he would receive a hit in the face and I could not have borne it if Cairns had drawn blood. Fortunately, Doctor Watson had his revolver.
The Mouselet Goes on a Journey
It’s a good job Mr Holmes didn’t notice me in his overcoat pocket. He had been summoned by Inspector Hopkins and I could not resist the opportunity of seeing my hero once again. We made several train journeys and Mr Holmes solved the case, but seemed to think it better that my dear inspector didn’t know what had actually happened.